Daily Adventures

Do you ever think about becoming me; living, breathing, deadening the life I live? Of course you don’t. The butterflies come to visit me on a continual basis. It would seem as though this is some type of internal and external symbolism, which has yet to be fully revealed onto me. You would think there was some type of metamorphosis underway, but it is another illusion within the external realm playing tricks upon my psyche. Have you ever thought about the daily adventures of a butterfly? Of course you don’t; why would you? Life has a way of focusing one’s attention on the unimportant issues such as mandates, social media, cat videos, and what some “personality” says, thinks, or feels, about some manufactured problem, which actually has no relevance within your life as you know it to be- at least not the real life you are supposed to be living within this very moment. The distractions within one’s life are specifically created to keep one’s attention focused upon the toxicity within this realm, as opposed to the daily adventures of the average butterfly. Think about it, if you can. If you still have a thought process left. If you do in fact possess some type of residual aspects of critical thinking hiding within the modalities of your flaccid thought process. It is very easy for one to lose their mind within this current reality we all seem to be experiencing, yet the butterflies seem to be immune to it: the original natural immunity.