BUTTERfly Effect
On Friday afternoon as i sat in class i heard a fluttering behind me, i turned to find a butterfly landing on the window pane. the blinds were drawn and the butterflies wings were dry and Deteriorate at the ends. In a dark room the struggling butterfly found the little bit of light coming from underneath the blinds. as i watched the butterfly struggle to find the light and possibly some form of salvation i noticed its desperation in the flapping of its wings. i waited until it calmed to a slow pace before reaching to open the blinds. when i opened enough of a space for it to at less see the sun light i looked to find the butterfly had lost its battle and died. i sat for a while thinking of the event that had just unfolded; the butterfly who was in the dark and shattered found its way to the light only to find it couldnt fully reach the sun; by the time i went to help it, it died. it made me think about life and how we sometimes find ourselves in the dark and after we've been battered and broken we go looking for the light only to sometimes be so close but so far away, and when when help finally comes it might already be to late. the small life of a butterfly made me remember that i should always strive to stay in the light and not be lost among the darkness; for in darkness we find no rest or restoration.
a moral lesson taught in my ethics class not by the professor but by the struggles of a helpless butterfly.
On Friday afternoon as i sat in class i heard a fluttering behind me, i turned to find a butterfly landing on the window pane. the blinds were drawn and the butterflies wings were dry and Deteriorate at the ends. In a dark room the struggling butterfly found the little bit of light coming from underneath the blinds. as i watched the butterfly struggle to find the light and possibly some form of salvation i noticed its desperation in the flapping of its wings. i waited until it calmed to a slow pace before reaching to open the blinds. when i opened enough of a space for it to at less see the sun light i looked to find the butterfly had lost its battle and died. i sat for a while thinking of the event that had just unfolded; the butterfly who was in the dark and shattered found its way to the light only to find it couldnt fully reach the sun; by the time i went to help it, it died. it made me think about life and how we sometimes find ourselves in the dark and after we've been battered and broken we go looking for the light only to sometimes be so close but so far away, and when when help finally comes it might already be to late. the small life of a butterfly made me remember that i should always strive to stay in the light and not be lost among the darkness; for in darkness we find no rest or restoration.
a moral lesson taught in my ethics class not by the professor but by the struggles of a helpless butterfly.
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