The world is changing rapidly, and everyone changes along with the world. Discoveries is now becoming rampant; intellectually, technologically,etc, each having its advantage and disadvantage.
And I feel like the Queen of Water. I feel like water that transforms from a flowing river to a tranquil lake to a powerful waterfall to a freshwater spring to a meandering creek to a salty sea to raindrops gentle on your face to hard, stinging hail to frost on a mountaintop, and back to a river again.
When, at last, I ceased to be myself, I came to be.
A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.
The only known technique to an imitator is to steal and rephrase, then with a mischievous smile, he said, “i did it”, without any confidence and prove.
If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don’t worry, you’re not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.
The caterpillar becomes a pupa to meditate and then becomes a butterfly
A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.
Change can be beautiful; butterflies are the greatest proof of this.
True metamorphosis doesn’t come with flowcharts