One morning, the very contented butterfly who was once a very hungry caterpillar became aware of his own mortality rate.
Numbers flashed in his head and he understood how the moon and sun’s rotation around the earth counted as a “day” and how “days” became “weeks.” The very aware butterfly realized he only had two weeks left on this world.
This depressed the very miserable butterfly, and he spent a large amount of time on his lonesome, not that he knew any other butterflies.
On Sunday, he spent one hour moping. But he was still depressed.
On Monday, he spent two hours crying. But he was still depressed.
On Tuesday, he spent three hours in the fetal position. But he was still depressed.
On Wednesday, he spent four hours trying to eat. But he was still depressed.
On Thursday, he spent five hours empty and hollow. But he was still depressed.
On Friday, he spent six hours thinking. But he was still depressed.
On Saturday, he realized the last week of his life should be meaningful and decided to find a field of flowers to pass away in. He felt much better.
Now the butterfly wasn’t a big and healthy butterfly anymore. He was small and shriveled.
Still, the very sickly butterfly fluttered for six days to find a field of flowers.
On the seventh day, the butterfly found a luscious field filled to the brim with many flowers to peacefully spend his last moments in.
Another butterfly emerged from a cocoon at that moment.
The very tired butterfly asked the young butterfly why he looked so happy.
“Because,” the young butterfly said, “I can go where I want and do whatever I want! Being a caterpillar held me back, but no more!”
The old butterfly asked what if he knew he only had two weeks to live.
“Then I would live it up, of course! Assuming I was healthy enough to, that is.”
The young butterfly flitted away onto his own destiny.
The very quiet butterfly understood what the young one meant. It may have been a late lesson to learn, but it was a good one.
Then the butterfly passed on, contented once more.
In his next life, the butterfly was born as a writer for children’s books.