“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.”
Coming across this quote in an email from Good.co, I immediately appreciated the message. How often does it feel like everything is in ruins, and then circumstances align with a breakthrough. (Reminds me of Brene’s “spiritual awakening“.) Of course, caterpillars do not actually turn into butterflies directly. They turn into chrysalises. (My uncle is cultivating butterflies in his backyard, so my aunt captured the process of caterpillar to chrysalis on her iPad. It’s fascinating.)
Why do I bring this up? Because no caterpillar–and no person–jumps straight to being a butterfly. Monumental changes like that require an intermediary stage. And, the chrysalis is poetic in itself: a state of inner change without outward movement. For people, I see this as analogous to meditation and self-reflection. Of course, it can also take on other meanings. Essentially the pupa is doing the work to make being a butterfly possible. It’s impossible to just become a butterfly. It takes time, energy, and an amazing metamorphosis.