Struggle...

I went to the airport today to say goodbye to my aunt and cousin. I went there with some other cousins. Well, after saying farewell we came back on a ferryboat. My cousin shahiie was sitting next to me. She handed me a poem while we were traveling. When I started reading it, I didn’t think it would be that breathtaking. Surprisingly it was one of the amazing poems I ever read. Though it didn’t have all those rhymes and all, it delivered the message of the writer very gracefully. In a way anyone would accept the simple fact. This poem would be very helpful for all the people out there who are hurt or hopeless. :)

* The butterfly *
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly
One day a small opening appeared
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
It struggles to force its body through that little hole
Then it seemed to stop making any progress
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could
And it could go no farther

So the man decided to help the butterfly
He took a pair of scissors and snipped off
The remaining bit of the cocoon

The butterfly then emerged easily. BUT
It has a swollen body and small, shriveled wings
He continues to watch the butterfly
He expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge
And the body would contract
Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling
Around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It was never able to fly.

The man acted with well-intentioned kindness
But he didn’t understand the consequences
The restricting cocoon and the struggle required to get
Through the tiny opening, were nature's way of forcing fluid
From the body of the butterfly once it achieved its freedom
From the cocoon.

Sometime struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If nature allowed us to go through a life without any
Obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as we could have been
And we could never fly
Have a great day, great life, and struggle a little.
Then fly!

Flagless

I captured this picture with a phone camera yesterday. Its just that in my entire life I havent seen the flag missing. Maybe I jus failed to spot every time they renewed the flag. There was this vehicle with a lift kinda thing attached to it. Whatever it was, two lil policemen were on top of it. They are jus omitted in the picture. The camera jus wasn a cool one.

This was the day the found the dead man floating. As soon as I noticed the flaglessness, two thoughts came to my mind. When really important government people die, the flag is lowered. This guy who was murdered or whatsoever would laugh out loud if he knew they even took the highest national flag down the day he died. At least something to be happy bout.

The other thing was, I just had the stupid thought that the people who created chaos that day tore the flag off. And the government felt so ashamed that they wanted to hide the fact that some civilians could take off the flag infront of the police station. It would take lotsa time to sew a new flag, so they brought the vehicle with a lift attached to it and tried to make it look like they were jus replacing it. I mean the lift went up and down so many times! and the two lil policemen jus stood there doing nothing. Plus there wasnt any new flag in site.

Well, naturally I went to checkup on the flag today. It was safely in place like nothing ever happened. Lets jus stop getting paranoid... keke

I dedicate this poem to my dearest boy...

Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away...
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away...
I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay... (^_^)
* By Jessica Blade