so i’ve been thinking about caterpillars…
what makes them, after a life of freedom, entomb themselves in their cacoons?
is it mere instinct, or do they know what lies ahead of them?
do they do this in blind faith that something better awaits, a life of flight, beauty…
how can they make themselves that vulnerable? they don’t know what may happen while in isolation.
how can i have faith that something better awaits me on the other side of this darkness?
i’ve failed so many times before… when will i be able to fly?