Regardless of small or big in size, the butterfly is to me the most majestic of creatures. Seemingly effortlessly and with gusto, enthusiasm and endless energy they flurry in many different ways – be it a beautiful spectacle of fast movement or a tranquil grazing motion that is gorgeous to watch and an experience to be a part of.

Rarely do they decide to sit on a person and one should count oneself lucky to have been the object of such affection. One of my best moments in life was when a butterfly landed on my knee and thereafter could not get enough of me and stationed itself on my chest. I could not believe what was happening and I remember having a torrent of life changing thoughts thereafter. I shall never forget.

Long have I been a butterfly enthusiast in near secret to myself since I could not feasibly build a career around them, yet over the years I have always seen them to be my scarab of divinity.

It is the butterfly that starts out as one of the worst beings and triumphantly morphs into the beauty that springs from conquering an opposite life has to offer. Beyond notions of worms being beautiful in their own right – their “shall one day be” quality is the one that sparks my interest.

Long have I pondered on becoming the man I want to be and long have I worked at improving my inner aspects to reflect a state of mind I can comfortably live with, and so this notion of one day becoming a free entity that retains its individuality is something that is finally unfolding into reality to me.

Moving on from spiritual significance, the butterfly resonates happiness and an exuberant state of contentment with self that is infectious and a good reminder. Their beauty is unparalleled and the sheer ability to fly with such agility is staggering and definitely one of life’s miracle’s to me.

To add to the wonder that they represent to me, their grand array of type makes it sentimental to think of moments and times (along with places) in which one saw a specific butterfly. If I recall the few different ones I have been witness to, there is always a kindness, heartfeltness and a feeling of being special connected to these moments.

When I was young I used to catch them in nets and soon the idea of trapping something that is meant to display freedom felt like an unconscionable act. This is the true reason I never became a researcher. The sanctity of life is so precious that If you take it away there must be downfall thereafter, if life does not bestow guilt on you immediately then you shall punish yourself to get even in a trade that is unlike the ones we experience when stepping on a cockroach.

It feels as though there is an internal right and wrong that one forces upon the self and butterflies remind me of this. The exorbitant good I am experiencing, the lesser than that, the filaments in between, the medium, the slightly controversial and then the downright bad that is in my past and present somehow get invoked at times, and for the most part butterflies bring out the great times more often than not.

Maybe it is because I am proud of myself that they have given me the opportunity to learn how to cherish life more and be ever more a preserver and cultivator than a fighter. Maybe it is because this basically means I only have good memories of them and maybe it is because every time I see one it is as though I were exposed to a beautiful secret of life. I can’t pinpoint any of those reasons to be superior and I can’t put it into simple words, so it has to be all three reasons and a hundred more – for without them I would be missing a big part of myself. If they had never existed my life would not be the same. That impulse one gets that reminds one of heavenly places and occurrences every time one sees one of them merrily fly by is something I could not live without.

The inspiration they deliver to me invigorates my soul and the detail in their appearance is worth adoration. It is in part because of such elegance within joy that I choose to become a better person. It is an example that has burrowed itself into my mind and a lifeline I choose to live by.

They seem to be hyper or fighting when they play, yet to me it has always been a display not of dominance, but of celebration. Those that do not spend a thought on them are missing out on some fuel to keep going, that is provided so generously by the simplest act of another being going on with its own business.

It is in this sense that I wish to remind you that we live in a world where none of us would be where we are without the passive participation in life that we all share and which makes us whole. Unproven by science I believe that we live a life where every action matters and has a butterfly effect on existence.

This makes my life more worth while and I hope that your life has also got its golden nuggets that always seem to shine even when the lights off.

So there is an enthusiast in all of us and without this the world would not be the same, for we matter.