A couple of days ago, my daughter had a homework assignment: Who would you like to be for a day? Choose anyone (alive or dead) and explain why you would like to swap places with them.
She thought. Pondered. Scratched her head.
Finally, she said, “I don’t want to be someone else. I want to be myself!”
“Pure genius!” I told her proudly.
For isn’t this what we all wish for?
To go through the awkward caterpillar stage, to the secretive chrysalis bursting with promise and finally, to emerge – transformed – into the beautiful butterfly of ourselves?
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
This lovely butterfly danced out of the mist as we walked into the Butterfly House in Stockholm last week.
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