It’s strange to think that six months have passed since my last post. Looking back, I not only believe in what I wrote, I’m more of an embodiment of those intentions.
People often use the analogy of the butterfly emerging from its cocoon — and I could compare the past several months to that — but maybe if the caterpillar had an ego, it would be writhing in psychological pain during the process. Perhaps our ego is like a caterpillar that (at some invisibly appointed time) must wall itself off from the world and become a Hanged Man. Then some kind of alchemy occurs — our insides and outsides become one — until we metamorphosize into what we always were in potential.
image credits: National Geographic