Struggle is good


The Cocoon and the Butterfly


A man found a cocoon of a butterfly that he brought home.
One day a small opening appeared in the cocoon. He sat and watched the cocoon for several hours as the butterfly struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could, and it could
go no further.


The man decided to help the butterfly in its struggle. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon... and the butterfly emerged easily.


As the butterfly emerged, the man was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expecting that, at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would contract and the butterfly would be able to fly.


But neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a
swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.


{What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle were required for the butterfly to be able to fly. The butterfly must push its way through the tiny opening to force the fluid from its body and wings. Only by struggling through the opening, can the butterfly's wings be ready for flight once it emerges from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly}
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Source: http://www.journeyofhearts.org/kirstimd/bflycocoon.htm (Original author unknown)
© 1997-8 by Journey of Hearts A Healing Place in Cyber Space. 
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A beautiful story that I wish to share. Please do read it to be inspired.


I always believe that there are messages waiting for us to recognise and for us to learn/grow from...and this story comes at such a time in my learning...


When we actually see ourselves as an emergent soul, and all the inner and outer struggles as the process that molds us, enables us, ennobles us to grow, then we can stop thinking about it and start living in the moment. 


Every moment is a moment of emerging...of the true soul
Every moment a moment of discovery...of the real self
Every moment is a chance for us to be.







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