I had been living in a comfortable cocoon for too long. I had become feeble and week. But a cocoon exists for a reason. I evolved and broke the veil. Now I’m like a butterfly, high on life. Flying and fluttering, enjoying every minute. Sometimes I miss the warmth and the comfort. But we all have to leave the womb at some point. Living is painful. And there would be no joy without pain. No light without darkness. That’s just the way life is.

The curse to be alive, the joy to be alive

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad

C. S. Lewis