Mariposa

I wrote this post in the fall and for some reason didn't post it, so here it is.

One experience that I have had this fall took place at my younger brother’s football game. I say younger because he is no longer my little brother. He is a pretty big kid. I’m sad to say that I am no longer a match for him. I guess all those years of making him whistle while I gave him “Purple Nurples” have come back to bite me in the butt. Anyway, Cade is the center for our junior varsity team. He’s a real smart player and I really enjoy watching him play. However, at one game, we were really sticking it to the other team. It was sad actually. Needless to say, I was bored. REALLY BORED. I wanted to go home, but I had to stay and be supportive. I glanced down at the field and a spot of white caught my eye. It wasn’t a jockstrap or a missing tooth---it was a butterfly hehe. Fluttering lackadaisically about two feet above the mayhem was a teeny white butterfly. It was completely oblivious to the fact that about 40 sweaty males were participating in a show of barbaric, male masculinity. One wrong turn and that poor little bug would no longer be around to change flight patterns in Japan.

Watching this has kinda given me and idea--a pretty sappy idea, but still the idea is there. If this little butterfly can still flap its wings when bloody death and carnage are happening right and left, then I can learn to stay above the battles in my life. Bad things will always happen. I know life will never be without trials, but all I have to do is stay above them. All I have to do is keep flying--keep trying everyday. After all, our attitude determines our altitude, right?

This was good for me to re-read. Here at school, it feels like there is a Super bowl game going on underneath me and I am just barely flapping enough to keep myself above the mayhem. But I know I can do it. TEN MORE MONTHS and I am done with my undergraduate studies!