Struggle…that unwelcome teacher that shows up uninvited, overstays its welcome, and leaves only after fundamentally changing who you are!
We hate it while we're in it, romanticize it when it's over, and secretly know we need it even as we try to avoid it.
Think of the butterfly in its chrysalis. If you cut it free, trying to spare it the struggle of emergence, you doom it. The fight to break free isn't cruelty…it's engineering at its height of glory.
The struggle pumps fluid into wings that would otherwise remain crumpled and useless.
Kindness, in this case, if one were to cut the butterfly out of its shell…is crippling. Mercy becomes murder.
We see this truth and nod sagely, then spend our lives trying to avoid every struggle we encounter, as if we're somehow exempt from the very principle we claim to understand.
