Our life is in our hands... It is up to us to choose what we will do with it!

Life like a blue butterfly

There was once a man whose wife died, so that he lived with his two faces, which were very curious and intelligent. Girls always asked many questions ... some knew how to answer them, others did not ...

Their father wanted to give them the best education, so one day he sent the girls to spend a while in a wise house. He always knew how to respond to the interfaces they were asking.

At one point, one of them brought a blue butterfly he planned to use to deceive the wise man.

-What will you do? Her sister asked her.

"I'll hide the butterfly in my hands and I'll ask the wise man if he's alive or dead. If he says he's dead, I'll open my hands and let him fly. If he says he's alive, I'll gather him and crush him. And so any answer will have, it will deceive!

The two girls went in a wise moment and found him meditating.

• Here's a blue butterfly. Tell me, wise, is he alive or dead?

Very calm, the wise man came and said,

-Thanks to you ... because it's in your hands!

So is our life, our present and our future. We must not blame anyone when something goes wrong: we are responsible for what we gain or not. Our life is in our hands, like the blue butterfly. It is up to us to choose what we will do with it.

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Butterfly

A little boy found a butterfly cocoon. He took it with him, and he was looking at him daily, perhaps, maybe it would surprise you when the flyer would go out in the daylight.

And behold, the long-awaited day has come to pass. Our boy stayed for hours to watch the butterfly try to get out through an extremely small hole.

But after a while, the butterfly did not progress at all. She seems to have done everything she could to get out, but it was not enough. The boy was kind to him and decided to come to his aid. She took a scissors and cut the remaining part of the cocoon. So the butterfly managed to get out easily.

But his body was swollen, and his wings were small and scorched. The boy continued to look at the newborn flyer waiting for him to take his flight at any time. Unfortunately, this has not happened. The butterfly was forced to spend the rest of its days crawling around with a swollen body and gnawed wings. He's never been able to fly.

The boy, in his kindness and mercy, did not understand that the torture of passing through the small hoof of the cocoon was vital to the butterfly. It was the way the fluid in the body was forced to get into the wings for them to be ready for flight as soon as it could get rid of the cocoon.

Like the butterfly, and we often have to fight in our lives to win our freedom and take our flight. As hard as it may seem sometimes, do not let yourself be overwhelmed, focus on something positive, find a reason for you to continue fighting and not to beat yourself.

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