Lifetimes

I have died and been reborn a thousand times in this lifetime alone.

This version of me surely will not be the last, I’m hopeful of it.

My hands still have scars from forcibly holding onto parts of me, beliefs, and situations that I clearly outgrew.

I laugh now remembering how terrified I was of the unknown – only to find out that everything will always be in favor of my highest good.

A thousand lives, a thousand versions of me, a thousand new beginnings – how lucky.

We are always evolving, renewing, and finding different parts of ourselves that need refining.

I will never be ashamed to say that I am forever a work in progress.

No perfection. No forcing. No overstaying my welcome.

What a privilege it is to witness and grow with others through their many transformations.

Because with so many lives we live in this 1 lifetime, what a shame it would be to always remain the same…

Caterpillar Era

I’ve always been intrigued by the caterpillar.

What a beautiful part of nature –

to see a living thing transform from 1 thing to another.

But the caterpillar literally has to die

before it can turn into a butterfly.

And nobody thinks twice about the process.

In fact, the rest of nature expects it.

Nobody wonders if the caterpillar was ready.

Nobody mourns the creature that it once was.

Nobody questions the evolution of the caterpillar.

Everybody just celebrates the end result –

when a beautiful butterfly emerges from the cocoon.

But I’m more intrigued by the metamorphosis –

the caterpillar doesn’t question the process.

It doesn’t try to resist its evolution,

or question what will happen in the end.

They go with their natural clock.

Unaware that with time, isolation, and fate,

it will evolve into something else entirely.