It was the other day afternoon. I had just renewed my Toastmasters’ Membership, and I was brooding on whether spending the amount was wise, especially in this time of crisis. My garden boasts of a plethora of flowers. All seemed revived and rejuvenated after the short spell of rain, an hour before. Suddenly I spotted a butterfly. There is something about the butterflies that seems to inspire us. Its metamorphosis from an unostentatious caterpillar to a grandiloquent beauty blessed with the gift of flight, carries a strong message that speaks to our own capacity to move through stages of life, reflecting our own voyages of revival, renewal, expansion and rebirth. In the grand cycles of Life, elephantine, the diminutive acts prove pivotal, creating ripples that trickles down, making an end to personal chapters and setting us off in completely new directions: the BUTTERFLY EFFECT.
Does the flap of a Butterfly’s wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas, indeed?
It is my first renewal. According to the veteran Toastmasters, an Elixir of self-growth and a clarion call to achieve greatness. I am a miniscule butterfly in the Brobdingnag canvas of Life, what would I even achieve? Will I even be “made into a leader” as the organization speaks of? Will my insignificant steps towards trying to live up to the mission and the goals even have any effect? What if things go haywire and I lose control?
I sighed. If a butterfly is capable of a calamity, it can prevent one as well. By making inconsequential flutters, almost unrecognizable. We will never ever know how these trifling steps shape up our own destinies.
As it emerges from the depths of its cocoon, no more than us, does a butterfly know whether it can fly. I got up and looked at the setting Sun. I felt an inexplicably colorful urge to come out of my shell of tangled thoughts where I had been crouching for so long. Not to cause a tornado. But to take a flight.