Author: J

After the pupa is dead it is ‘born again’ as a butterfly, and now there is only the life as a butterfly while all the days as a pupa have disappeared. A new life; it’s the privilege only for those who let go of the ‘self’.

The man turned his eyes away and looked down upon his feet. He was stepping on a little flower. He felt so ashamed. At that moment he felt his existence was actually smaller than a flower;