(text by author unknown) taken from: boho mag, issue 4, summer 2009 p. 35
There was once a man who found a cocoon for a butterfly.
One day, a small opening appeared. The man sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body though the little hole.
Then, the butterfly seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. So the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of cocoon open.
It looked as if the butterfly was finally relieved of its struggle.
But something was wrong. The butterfly emerged with a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. However, that never happened.
For the of that butterfly’s life, it was never able to fly.
What the man thought he had done in kindness was actually a disruption of what helps the butterfly spread its wings and fly. For what happens in that very difficult stage of life; the struggle, the pressure and the pain, is actually what causes the butterfly to emerge from a simple little caterpillar into a gorgeous colorful winger freedom flyer.
Sometimes we like to bypass our own struggles, yet they are exactly what we need. Problems in life are not God-sent but they are God-used. The strength and knowledge that arises in adversity is what gives us wings.
For the only way for anyone to emerge into a butterfly is not cut short our time in the cocoon. Instead, recognize it’s exactly what we need to grow those glorious wings and start to fly.
I really believe that stories are formed in the same way, they run their own course, on their own schedule. You cannot force a story if it is not ready to be born. All you can do is keep writing and trying, it will come.