(For the girl I lit the candles for)

There’s an analogy about how caterpillars have to undergo a drastic (painful?) metamorphosis to become a butterfly.  Apparently, the caterpillar’s parts are completely transformed to become this supposedly beautiful new creature. And somehow this validates the purpose of struggling.

First, I think I prefer being the caterpillar.  No need to fly and have fragile wings.  I’m happy being a little green thing hanging out on a leaf and eating said leaf.

Yet, struggling is an inevitable part of our existence.  You made it look so effortless on your end.  Not like me, so apparent at times and frankly ugly, inelegant, and choppy.  Struggling, however, gives us our true skills and powers – the gifts that matter.