not everyone becomes a butterfly.
some become even uglier than before.
but even that is a survival strategy.
we are who we are because this is how we think we will adapt best. we take on the roles that suit us whether it be abuser or abused, and we find the yin to our yang - somehow.
most times we don't even know that is what we're doing. perhaps because a lot of what we become is not a careful construction of our imagination but rather an animalistic instinct. the instinct to be brave one moment, and to cover behind the rocks scared of little more than our shadow the next. the instinct driven by a singe, primal, eternal need: to survive.
and survive we will. in some shape, in some form.
uglier than before, perhaps.
which perhaps is all that ultimately matters.
don't you think?