The Butterfly

Nature's got a funny way of getting the better of your best intentions...

 

The will to move towards goodness can be broken by a butterfly wing, sure, we've all heard how that one goes..

 

But the severity encased in the flapping of that pretty little insects wing, the sheer torture, the bloody violence, the chaotic unravelling of a life lived with goodly intentions.. 

 

I'm not saying someone should've stepped on that beautiful little crimson and white creation with a size 9 boot, but maybe they should've kept it still for just a split second longer..and she'd still be able to love, she'd still be able to live a life of goodly intent..she'd be able to look kind men in the eye and see they're just waiting for half a chance to fall in love with her.

 

So the next time somebody asks you where the most evil place in the world is...keep in mind the butterfly sanctuary...and see its no sanctuary at all. Though it be not their fault, in the end we all blame anything but ourselves. Who can live with the guilt of not altering the course of carnage drifting on that breeze towards her..not I, not you, no matter what brave things you say you'd do. So be still little butterfly and try not to move, chaos lays in your wake, a life surely not yours to lose.