Currently maybe I did not metamorphose into a figure of a beautiful butterfly and much admired, but

I'm pensive look beautiful sky light disore day, romantic twilight colors increasingly dramatize my thoughts about the past. Granules snail mail tears away cheeks and a smile on my face. Suddenly my thoughts stopped when I saw a yellow butterfly snail mail that is very pretty and beautifully into the room through the window. Butterfly that landed right on top of the doll will be a silent witness to the memories of the past.
I view that is so beautiful wings. I was thinking, before becoming a beautiful snail mail figure, the butterfly that has undergone a process of metamorphosis. Starting from a small egg shape, then hatch into caterpillars that much hated, then shut himself into a cocoon and a new figure she finally came out of the shell into the figure of a beautiful butterfly, much admired, and free to fly to see the beautiful world. Same thing with butterfly, man also was experiencing a metamorphosis in life. But what distinguishes humans from other creatures, humans like given the prerogative of God is a privilege to metamorphose into what diingikan.
Story metamorfosisku snail mail arguably has the same meaning as the journey experienced by butterflies. I was born into a family snail mail that made religion the main priority. Eyangku have a faith-based private schools snail mail are quite large and well-known in the city of Bandung. I feel lucky, because the religion of childhood I've got a lot of science to life is full of virtue and has a handle so as not to do evil, but unfortunately sometimes it makes us feel most true.
When I started to cultivate the mind, to learn many new things and analyze the outside world. My mind becomes more open. It turns out that we live in a world filled with millions of cultures and thousands of trust. I so much appreciate the difference, and further explore the self. Although such that I still have a very strong principle to hold these religions I were born, still do good and does not hurt anyone. Unfortunately metamorfosisku turned into a figure that has a more open mind and explore yourself, it is considered a pelanggarang and crime. I like the caterpillar in the middle of the beautiful and green leaves, pests which are so hated.
Since elementary school I've had the name bully. Hobbies and courage to speak publicly that makes me always champion, had won the race read English poetry Cirebon District Level in every race and become the protocol ceremony, it is considered an annoying thing for my friends. I got the nickname hummingbird that has a very long half-life for the berbicaraku hobby. Up to set foot in college, hate people like continue to follow. I do not really have many friends, like vilified, even branded a hypocrite and contemptible woman.
One friend had spoken to me, that there was another friend who once said, "There are going the same temenan Fella?". snail mail It was very painful sentence, contemptible whether this self to people who question things like that. Though I have never had a problem with it, let alone a problem, I never even bothering her life. Untungya I never hated, I continue to reflect, introspect yourself, and find out what kesalahannku.
After trying, I'm tired of questioning what fault. I'm tired of thinking of others who constantly harass my life and my heart hurt. Finally I went to the point where I morphed like a cocoon. I shut myself from the cruel outside world, I turn into someone who no longer care for people who hate me. I shut up, not to escape from the realities of life, but I confine myself to berintropeksi.
Currently maybe I did not metamorphose into a figure of a beautiful butterfly and much admired, but the hope and belief that burning is inside will be a bright future that was meaningful to me of its own success. Yes as long as there is hope and that belief, I have been free of pain and fear of the shadow masalalu completely useless.
I did not know what form the future, I do not even know could meet with him or not, therefore, I have prepared a letter for him. A letter of hope and grip a help to keep fighting whenever despair struck. snail mail
Hi Future .... Introduce my name and my age Fella currently 20 years two months. I did not see you, I also do not know what kind wujudmu, but I was a fan of yours! To me you were heated in cold figures of the past,