I'm a 24yr Photographer / Lover / Writer / Binge Eater / Bi-Polar / Social Scardy Cat / Music Loving / Undefinable Woman trying to make the right choices, day by day.
Maybe caterpillars are to give hope the sad. They see nothing but worm and really want more for themselves.
They give, up…. crawl into their cocoon and think that worm sadness is all that will exist.
Time goes by, and during that time they work on themselves, find contentment on being alone and decide to give the world one more try.
When they emerge, they’re a beautiful unique butterfly and they realize that it will all be okay.