Find the Courage to Surrender

A caterpillar, sensing its final moments approaching, gathered its friends for what it believed would be a final farewell. Its companions wept, sharing in the despair, while an elderly caterpillar solemnly reflected on their seemingly cruel fate.

The colony watched in horror as one of their own began to harden and twist, its body contorting into unfamiliar shapes. Some turned away, unable to bear the sight. Others huddled closer, whispering theories about the strange affliction that had claimed so many of their kind. Some lamented, “How tragic that death takes them in their prime, with so many dreams left unfulfilled.”

None of them had ever returned from this "disease"—or so they thought. Above them, unnoticed, a monarch butterfly paused mid-flight, briefly remembering her own time among the leaves below.

In the weeks that followed, more caterpillars vanished into their strange chrysalis tombs. The colony developed rituals around these losses. Leaving fresh leaves beside the hardened shells and singing soft songs to their absent companions. They theorized about what lay beyond the silk-wrapped darkness, each idea more fantastic than the last. None came close to the truth.

What the caterpillars couldn’t comprehend was the profound transformation taking place inside each chrysalis. Within, the body dissolved into a liquid state, rebuilding itself cell by cell. If they had known this, would it have comforted them? Or would it have made their fear even greater?