When I was younger, I would look at butterflies and wonder why everybody shooed them from the light bulbs in our kitchen. At the time, I did not know that these floating butterflies circling the light were actually moths. I thought they were the same creature, both had working wings, only some looked like tree branches and others looked like painted silk.
As I grew older, I learned to believe that moths were cursed and butterflies were floating flowers. It made sense at first because we're constantly being told that ugly things are synonymous with bad things. How could we love something that is not bright, colorful or attached to a beautiful coat?
Now I am not going to succeed in saving every moth I encounter, especially not the uninvited bedroom ceiling ones, but I will always remember what I have learned from them: Whether you are a goat, a guppy, or the wild oak tree - you belong here. Even things with pale wings are here for a reason.*
As I grew older, I learned to believe that moths were cursed and butterflies were floating flowers. It made sense at first because we're constantly being told that ugly things are synonymous with bad things. How could we love something that is not bright, colorful or attached to a beautiful coat?
I wish somebody had told me sooner that moths aren't just ugly twigs who take flight in the darkest hours, but that each moth is a night-time butterfly. They live to pollinate and give breath to our earthbound flowers and in turn, a breathing flower gives life to us.
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