There was a life. Two butterflies just got out from the cocoon. They were happy to get the environment, were happy to fly around.
But eventually two butterflies chose different paths. One was happy with the flowers he got to sit upon. He loved the garden where the flowers bloomed. He explored the field, he knew the weather and seasons of flowers. He never disturbed bees, nor ants. He lived in freedom within his entourage. One day it rained heavily, he resided under the roof of Colocasia leaves.
The second one got bored with the entourage he lived in. He didn’t see the things he had in his life, but desired for something else. He began to disturb the bees that came for flowers’ juice near his place. He began to grow darker but searched for light. He left his environment, left his field and began to fly where human lived. He then sometimes sat in a women’s beautiful body where he was captured in photos. He flew through the towns, and finally when he got bulbs in the people’s homes and streets he began to stay in light. One day when it heavily rained, he was in the light of street bulb where current overflew and he died.
Same is our life. We have different perceptions to live. Some people can find happiness within their environment and can live by knowing the things in proper. Some people opt to fly for the joy, fly for the experience, experience more things from external entourage, don’t fear anything and complete their life living on their own way. But the thing so far I have seen is, People who are similar to first butterfly live in world and the people similar to second one live in memories. Well! There may be exceptions too
#Selwin