Philosophy of The Life of The Butterfly

What comes to mind when we hear the word butterfly?
An animal that has beautiful shades and colors or an animal with the most perfect metamorphosis cycle. But if the word butterfly is added to the word night behind it our thinking will be different.
I still often wonder, why this one animal is always identified with the night life of the lust of the lust of the world ??
But whatever it is, every creature is created with its own function.
Just as with butterflies if we look at the profile of animal life we ​​will find a philosophy of life that full of meaning.
Who would have thought a beautiful but beautiful butterfly with its unique features has a long life history.

It starts with the eggs attached to the leaves, then hatches and becomes a disgusting caterpillar. The caterpillar with greed and passion is eager to undermine the young leaves. Every day and every time the activities he does is eat and eat until one day it comes when he becomes a cocoon rolled up and tied himself in a small space he made, no food, no invisible activity shut down and kept close until it was time where he came out and fluttered his beautiful wings flying high and occasionally sucking honey flowers help pollinate the crop until the time comes to strip off all his duties in peace.
If we want to ponder it for a moment the life of the butterfly is not the same as our human life.

Since the first cry we heard the activity we do is to fill the stomach with worldly life, survive with the help of others and our nature drifted and lulled to glitter world, all the things we want, the lust of the world bind even to fulfill it we are willing to harm others, harming nature that has provided life for us. With greed we destroy them for the sake of life satisfaction with classical reasons for defending themselves.

In fact there are humans who are more severe and more rude than caterpillar but even though humans know his need to survive is more than enough satisfaction has not been fulfilled, he wants to continue and continue until he closed his eyes without being human beings that are useful for people's lives others ... without being human with beautiful wings of goodness die dreadful because of greed.

But not a few people who are self-conscious when their needs have been met with the help and sacrifice of others and nature in it he realized it was time to clean up themselves from the lust of the excessive world into a self-purifying human, curb the lust and control himself until finally grows into man with wisdom wings that sparkle beautifully and bring us flying toward goodness helps other people life until we die with beauty.