Chapter Forty-One

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Chapter Forty-One:
Butterflies and Roses

In life, it's important to stop and glance at the butterflies

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In life, it's important to stop and glance at the butterflies.

And give roses to the living whilst they're still able to smell them.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond thy grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon thee. There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly. I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke.

Appreciate every precious moment whilst you are a living vessel upon earth.

Death is the only thing promised, life is a huge illusion; bask in its ambiance!

Roses signify so many different ordeals, and are very precious. As is life. Some say wake up and smell the coffee, but the sparrow would much you rather up to the aroma of roses, daisies, lilies even.

Everything in this entity called life is an opportunity. And it is up to thine to decipher between which opportunities to take in which not to. Now, while I don't know everything, I am enlightened with plenty of knowledge.

As I've spoken, after every storm is a rainbow; the sparrow's promise.

Think about how you feel when you see a rainbow after a disastrous storm. And be reminded of this moment.

In life, it's important to stop and glance at the butterflies.

And give roses to the living whilst they're still able to smell them.

And give roses to the living whilst they're still able to smell them

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"Look at yourself.." I coaxed, standing behind him as I glanced at his glass reflection upon the wall of my washroom.

He averted his orbs towards mine. Our orbs connected and for the very first time, I took a moment to myself to actually gaze into the umber oceans he called irises. Specs of honey swirled in the waves of his seas. His pupils were dilated. They were always dilated when he was in my presence.

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