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!