There’s something about butterflies that always touches me. Maybe it’s their quiet way of changing, their grace in letting go of what they once were. A butterfly doesn’t rush. She trusts the darkness of her cocoon,even when nothing around her makes sense.She knows that silence can heal,and that sometimes you grow most when no one sees you. When I think about it, that’s what life feels like too. We hold on to so many things, old fears, stories, and versions of ourselves we’ve