Butterflies

While I don’t consider myself a lepidopterist like those who make the study of butterflies their vocation, butterflies inspire me. The wall in front of the desk in my home office displays an array of butterflies of various colors, sizes, materials and details. I like butterflies not only because of their beauty and colors, but because they remind me that although they begin life as crawling insects they metamorphose into elegant flyers. They remind me that anything is possible, at any stage of life if we are willing to transform our views and ideas.

Some people believe that those they loved and have passed often appear as butterflies. They see butterflies as messengers connected to the spiritual world to bring comfort in times of grief. Of course, no one can actually prove such a thing, but that does not alter the belief of so many people with touching stories to tell about butterflies. We all need to know that there is a grand life on the other side, and those who believe in the role of butterflies find comfort in being shown that their loved ones are in a better place.

I certainly accept the possibility. After all, there are so many mysterious things in this world, and one certainly does not have to be a scientist to appreciate that fact. As Albert Einstein said: “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”  

We live in a world of mysteries that humans are forever attempting to understand. Sometimes, it is reassuring to simply accept the mysterious without attempting to decipher it.