I fly everyday over this huge city. I am a butterfly, proud of my brightly coloured wings. Leopard Lacewing, they call me. I have migrated over large distances and everywhere I have been, it is the same: fast trains traveling in the speed of light, working men and women, wonderful creatures rushing towards the future. They do not live the actual moment, they worry about time, about the things they have to do; whereas I am never in a hurry, I love to sit languidly in a flower and when I do that, I feel that I am the axis on which the whole earth revolves. Why? Because, I consider the act of flying an everyday wonder, an infinite joy.
I usually stop and sip juices from the roses in Anna’ s garden. However, today somebody stole the beautiful flowers and I have to seek myself another place to rest. But where? I think I will cross the mist and I will fly towards the church. At least, there is a beautiful view from the tower’s top. Oh, here is the dragon ornament, with his ugly gray head, coming out of the foggy curtain.
“Hallo, how are you, Mr. Dragon?”
“Tired. I wish I could get away. I am standing here, since the beginning of the nineteenth century. I have seen all those families, children who became parents, I have followed their lives from their cradles to their graves, I have witnessed weddings and funerals, laughs and cries. I am old and cold, made of stone. I have a real existence, for I have length, breadth and thickness. But, I do not have the human consciousness that moves intermittently from the beginning to the end of their lives. I am jealous of this quality. If I could change a thing, I would like to be human. To feel what they feel, to think, to be content with the beauty of everyday life.”
“But you will have to die too. You should know by now everything about their ephemeral existence, Mr. Dragon.”
“ I am almost eternal, it is true. Yet, time stays long enough for everyone who will be clever enough to use it in a good wise way, to fill it with beauty. You know that. This is what you do with your unusual short life cycle. You are totally immersed in the experience of flying, of joy.”
“I am a butterfly, free, I am not fantasizing about fancy cars, money, the way humans do. I do not allow worry and resentment rob of my life. For me this joy here, is all I have. I cannot lose sense of the enormous value of a minute .”
“ So, as humans, we could feel complete, only if we were as wise as we are now, though you are an insect and I am made of stone.”
It may sound a story against reason… But I think what he says is wise.