She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn’t mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.
– Lisa Genova, Still Alice
Whenever I see butterflies, they always remind me of change. Metamorphosis. The transformation and the inspiration behind the seeming end. The staggering beauty of possibilities!
I have forgotten that they only live for a little while, until I stumbled upon the quote above. Yes, life comes to an end for all of us eventually … but this thought should never take away from the simple joys of living, the quiet yet profound impact of each moment, and the significance of a life lived well.