I found this dead butterfly, and I couldn’t bring myself to just sweep it and throw it away. Why? Because it is just so beautiful. Even in death, it had not lost its beauty. To die beautiful or to find beauty in death is not so common. More often than not, fear often is the twin of death or dying. Perhaps I cannot fault myself if this is my mindset since death is just a deep chasm that cannot be fully understood; that leaves in its wake sorrow, depression, and so much change that we could not even begin to understand or shrug off no matter how much time passes by. Maybe there will come a moment in time when death does not only mean anguish. Maybe, just maybe, when we look at it we will realize that there is so much more there aside from sorrow and loss. 💕