I am not a butterlfy, I am a moth.

I live in a world when most people are butterflies.

I live in a world where if you are not a butterfly, you cannot possibly fly.

“How will you fly if you do not become a butterfly?” Asks the butterfly. “How will you fly if you don’t understand our ways?”

The moth hides who she is.

She paints her wings to match everyone else,

because how will she fly if she does not become a butterfly?

But if she only looked a little closer and dug a little deeper, she would discover that she doesn’t need flashy wings to fly.

The success of her flight does not depend on beauty and charisma.

The success of her flight is not defined by the butterfly.

She can fly as well as any other butterfly, maybe even better than a butterfly.

She can fly in her own way.

You can fly in your own way.

I can fly in my own way.

And I can make my flight extraordinary.

I am not a butterfly. I am a moth.