This past week has been very busy but extremely fun and refreshing for me at the same time. A very good and old friend of mine, with her family, visited us from Canada. This is a friend I met in college so we're talking of 20+ years of friendship here. And since Bff also lives in the area, it was like a mini reunion for the three of us (sans 4 other members of our group who are based in the Philippines).
As expected there was a lot of joking, reminiscing, venting and overall therapy that went on. I guess when you're with old friends, people you have a long history with, you can't help but discuss the past. People you all knew, crushes and loves long past, teachers you hated and adored, classmates and 'friends' who made you prefer a root canal over the thought of spending a minute of alone time with them...all these things kind of force you to assess how your life is right now. Have we changed much? How far have we gone? Do we like the changes we see? Who are we now? Is this the life we've always envisioned for ourselves? Do we have any regrets? Where do you think are we headed?
There's much to think about and answer, and though I haven't processed everything that well YET, I couldn't help but be reminded of the movie Flight of the Butterflies. Our family saw this on IMAX this past June and what truly stuck with me is the butterfly's process of metamorphosis.
The movie was about the Monarch butterflies and it was so interesting how the process of transformation from caterpillar to butterfly is quite 'violent', for lack of a better term. When the caterpillar retreats into the chrysalis, the same enzymes it uses to digest its food now 'digests' its own body. Most of the caterpillar's tissues get broken down, while some get transformed to parts it would need as a butterfly.
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This is a creature that needs to die in order to live again, and live fully, to reach its full potential. I find it interesting that it's almost like having two lives, isn't it? It's as if the caterpillar retreats back into the womb, transforms, and is born a second time as something almost completely different.
Sometimes I think of my life like that. Or I would like to think of my life like that. There are a lot of things we can't control in this life and it's just how things need to flow, need to be. We have our own paths and most often than not, we need to die somehow, whether it's a part of us or just something we possess that we need to give up, in order for the next step, next event, to unfold. A self-reinvention is always necessary. Changes happen and such metamorphoses are not always painless and smooth. We shed things. We leave things and people behind. At times we need to wait until the time is right and we are ready for the next stage, the next change, the next new life. And really all we can hope and strive for is that, after each process of death and transformation, that we end up truly exhibiting our highest state, where we are most magnificent, ready to fly and be the being that we have always been meant to be....where ever we are, regardless of what we do.
How many deaths and rebirths can you count in your present life?