Only a black spot
A butterfly in the sky
Blown up and flowing
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love butterflies grandpa 🙂
I thought the butterfly I saw today was like me – just flowing as the wind blows without resisting. When you get old enough, you’ll know that’s the best way to live. You are still too young to think like that, though. 🙂
Beautiful and true!
Then perhaps i wil truely understand sumday what MrAshiaki meant. The thought of flowing in the wind witout resisting does sound tempting… 🙂
“…floating without resisting…” simply means I’m tired of resisting anymore… 🙂
Beautiful feeling to have 🙂
But truth is I’m still resisting…tired but still living… hehehe. 🙂
Please donot say that way Mr Ashiaki. Everyday may not be a good day but on everyday there is something good.. live more and more you will see 🙂
Yes, you’re right, doc. Anything you say. 🙂
You must stil hav things u look forward to..Mr Ashiaki..life cannot be that long to be bored eventually 😉
Yes, ma’am. 🙂
Not jus yes maam Mr Ashiaki. If you have things on your mind tht you had been waiting forever to do..you sud jus go and do em
Yes, ma’am. I understand. I’ll go out right now… with the inhaler in the pocket…
Hahha idk why wid inhaler in pocket sounds funny but yup..thats a must..
Yes. Seriously, I must be very careful nowadays. Just ten minutes of walk then I feel very tired. The weather is hot and cold very unstable. I’m now susceptible to sudden change in temperatures. 🙂
Love it–glad to be back at your blog of beautiful writing.
Thank you and I’m pleased you are back. Looking forward to reading your posts.
Ohhh, thank you–you’ve blessed my day 🙂
such a beautiful image Ashi!
Thank you. I remember there were many butterflies like that when I was a kid and we used to call them “crow butterflies.” It was the first time I saw it again in many years. 🙂
I imagine they were spectacular!
Yes, they were.
I really loved how you said this: when you get old enough. The comparison with butterfly is very successful, and I am also here and there allowing life to take me wherever it wants, just like in your poem: flying like butterfly in the sky.
Thank you for the comment. I have brushed death on 3 different occasions. One of them could be said to be a “near death” experience. I’ve survive them all. Destiny, fate, lot, or whatever you might call it, now I think that there is such a thing as a pre-determined life (for me).