The First Break

I wonder if the butterfly experienced the slightest bit of fear as it broke through its cocoon? Did it see this as the world breaking into its shell? Surely, if it knew the wonders to follow – the glorious flight awaiting it – the fear would shed without hesitation. But, in that moment, when it first began to break…was it unsure? In its very recent history, it knew only the crucible of that cocoon. It new only darkness. So, as the light began to seep in, was there even one moment where it thought it’d rather remain entombed than to be broken into pieces? What if it thought its metamorphosis was an undoing rather than a rebirth? What a blessing to have the strength to shatter the very darkness that has transformed you.