Life is so fragile.
Like a butterfly fluttering past, we may not even notice it nor pay it any attention.
It may flutter past us, without us even knowing.
But when one is crushed before our own eyes, they are flooded with tears.
We cry not because of the horror, but because it's in that moment that you realise how beautiful that butterfly was, and in that moment you know it's too late.
The truth is you never know how long your butterfly will stay.
It will leave whenever it sees fit, without your readiness and without your permission.
So we must cherish our butterfly, we must take in all of its beauty and embrace it with all the love within the hearts.
Because one day, without our permission, it will fly away, and all we can do is enjoy it while we are blessed with its presence.
Rest in peace Mitch, you were gone way too soon.
The tides sweep away the young life, while we are left to age on sea-sick boat forever being rocked to the waves, slowly creeping on the Maelstrom. We've seen them, those white souls. We've touched them; a being, an entity full of life... Gone. With those snatching tides.
ReplyDeleteAnd what? We shall sail on; the weary few. For now we have seen death, and wait knowing death will see us all...
R.I.P. Mitch Brennan
You chose a wonderful symbol ~ the butterfly in many cultures is a symbol of eternal life.
ReplyDeleteThe breath of that magical butterfly blesses your writing!
If you don't mind, I would like to pass this on to our principal and Mr D to maybe include in a celebration of Mitch's life!
The gentle flittering is so like our fragile life. Well said.
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