Who would have known...

Everyone goes through a period of time alone, the phrase called the 'cocoon stage'. Transitioning between a mere caterpillar and a butterfly...or in some cases...moths...

Prior to this, the caterpilla goes through life learning how it is to survive in the wild. Its peers are eaten up, stepped on, kept as a science experiment and some even get fortunate enough to star in fear factor, only to get eaten. So this caterpillar, the one who lives in the wild, and 'survives' its pathetic life, as a gross looking little insect, makes its way onto a branch, a twig or a leaf and after having had enough of the shit hole decides "hey, it's time for a retreat!" It wraps itself up and pulls himself away from society. All this time awaiting its return to the world. In this time, it brings together all it has learnt about life, all its past, all its possible future and misses greatly its family and friends.

Time in this cocoon is really hard. It gets threatened by the weather and predators. It is defenseless and scared out of its life. As another day passes, it plans on things it wants to see, things it wants to feel, things it wants to do..."will i be accepted when i return to my old life? will i meet another like me? what do i eat when i leave this cocoon? will i want to be a caterpillar again?"

Many questions cross its mind and to it, this is a huge gamble it has taken.

It knows that one fine day when it wakes up to stretch, the cocoon will burst open and it will have wings to fly freely and look beautiful...So every morning, it stretches. "Seems, today isn't the day!" It thinks about how its wings will affect its life...will it know how to fly? For now, it still hangs from under a leaf, hidden away from the world, and from the eyes of predators...knowing full well that oneday, oneday it will be free and home again...for now, the long tiring days and the morning stretches are all it can look forward to...and of cause, there is also its dreams and the keeping of its eyes closed every morning, hoping that when they're open, it is home it sees, the home it once knew...