I realised that life is as delicate as a butterfly’s wings. It clings to us like a fine spider web that is gone in a breath of wind. Yet we treat it like it is permanent, like it is set in stone, that somehow it is our right to have it for as long as we demand. Truth is, it can be blown away with any breath of wind like a dandelion seed. “
I found the above thought in this blog entry and just loved what it said; the honest, truthful simplicity of it struck me in a major way.
