Change
Harold was a simple, ordinary caterpillar. He liked leaves, he enjoyed crawling on sticks and he preferred his coffee black; no cream, no sugar. Harold was certain that his likes and dislikes would never change. If you asked him he would say, "We are what we are. It is beyond the laws of nature and consciousness for us to fundamentally change who we are deep down. While our outward appearances my alter overtime, the Soul is eternal. Thus to say that a being can change who they truly are is to argue that the Soul is not eternal but malleable. Struggle is pointless and we should all just sit back and embrace the futility of existence." In short, Harold was a dick.
Then one day Harold starting puking his guts out and began forming a cocoon. The bearings of his reality began to slip through his tiny little leg thingies. Harold became very afraid as he was suddenly rammed face first into questioning his own worldview. But before he could even begin to accept what was happening to his mind, Harold found himself crawling into his puke-cocoon and then BOOM--he liquified.
Harold emerged a beautiful butterfly a few weeks later, with wings, antenna and a long tongue for slurping (or whatever it is that butterflies do to eat). Yet Harold, out of fear, still desperately grasped at his pre-cocoon opinions about what makes a person a person. He refused to admit he had questioned everything while puking out his guts.
It wasn't until Harold met another caterpillar named William that Harold began to allow himself to see things differently. Initially William and Harold got along great, as they shared a similar worldview and opinions. Or more accurately, William repeated the very ideas that Harold was still clinging to. Yet the more Harold listened to William's endless diatribes against change as they hung out on the stick hunting for leaves, the more bored Harold noticed he felt. One day William got eaten by a bird. His plump little body was yoinked off the stick right in front of Harold who's own wings confused the bird and shielded him from attack.
The next morning Harold drank his coffee (now flavored with cream and two sugars) and regarded the sprawling forest landscape before him. Harold decided it was time to start embracing his own metamorphosis. He noticed that he had felt pity for William's narrow-mindedness as well as shame at himself for agreeing with and thinking those very same ideas. After a long butterfly sigh Harold announced to the world and to himself that he truly had changed.
Be like Harold. Send this card to your friends.
-4.25” x 5.5” card & pink envelope
-Printed on 100lb Cardstock
-Made in USA
Harold was a simple, ordinary caterpillar. He liked leaves, he enjoyed crawling on sticks and he preferred his coffee black; no cream, no sugar. Harold was certain that his likes and dislikes would never change. If you asked him he would say, "We are what we are. It is beyond the laws of nature and consciousness for us to fundamentally change who we are deep down. While our outward appearances my alter overtime, the Soul is eternal. Thus to say that a being can change who they truly are is to argue that the Soul is not eternal but malleable. Struggle is pointless and we should all just sit back and embrace the futility of existence." In short, Harold was a dick.
Then one day Harold starting puking his guts out and began forming a cocoon. The bearings of his reality began to slip through his tiny little leg thingies. Harold became very afraid as he was suddenly rammed face first into questioning his own worldview. But before he could even begin to accept what was happening to his mind, Harold found himself crawling into his puke-cocoon and then BOOM--he liquified.
Harold emerged a beautiful butterfly a few weeks later, with wings, antenna and a long tongue for slurping (or whatever it is that butterflies do to eat). Yet Harold, out of fear, still desperately grasped at his pre-cocoon opinions about what makes a person a person. He refused to admit he had questioned everything while puking out his guts.
It wasn't until Harold met another caterpillar named William that Harold began to allow himself to see things differently. Initially William and Harold got along great, as they shared a similar worldview and opinions. Or more accurately, William repeated the very ideas that Harold was still clinging to. Yet the more Harold listened to William's endless diatribes against change as they hung out on the stick hunting for leaves, the more bored Harold noticed he felt. One day William got eaten by a bird. His plump little body was yoinked off the stick right in front of Harold who's own wings confused the bird and shielded him from attack.
The next morning Harold drank his coffee (now flavored with cream and two sugars) and regarded the sprawling forest landscape before him. Harold decided it was time to start embracing his own metamorphosis. He noticed that he had felt pity for William's narrow-mindedness as well as shame at himself for agreeing with and thinking those very same ideas. After a long butterfly sigh Harold announced to the world and to himself that he truly had changed.
Be like Harold. Send this card to your friends.
-4.25” x 5.5” card & pink envelope
-Printed on 100lb Cardstock
-Made in USA
Harold was a simple, ordinary caterpillar. He liked leaves, he enjoyed crawling on sticks and he preferred his coffee black; no cream, no sugar. Harold was certain that his likes and dislikes would never change. If you asked him he would say, "We are what we are. It is beyond the laws of nature and consciousness for us to fundamentally change who we are deep down. While our outward appearances my alter overtime, the Soul is eternal. Thus to say that a being can change who they truly are is to argue that the Soul is not eternal but malleable. Struggle is pointless and we should all just sit back and embrace the futility of existence." In short, Harold was a dick.
Then one day Harold starting puking his guts out and began forming a cocoon. The bearings of his reality began to slip through his tiny little leg thingies. Harold became very afraid as he was suddenly rammed face first into questioning his own worldview. But before he could even begin to accept what was happening to his mind, Harold found himself crawling into his puke-cocoon and then BOOM--he liquified.
Harold emerged a beautiful butterfly a few weeks later, with wings, antenna and a long tongue for slurping (or whatever it is that butterflies do to eat). Yet Harold, out of fear, still desperately grasped at his pre-cocoon opinions about what makes a person a person. He refused to admit he had questioned everything while puking out his guts.
It wasn't until Harold met another caterpillar named William that Harold began to allow himself to see things differently. Initially William and Harold got along great, as they shared a similar worldview and opinions. Or more accurately, William repeated the very ideas that Harold was still clinging to. Yet the more Harold listened to William's endless diatribes against change as they hung out on the stick hunting for leaves, the more bored Harold noticed he felt. One day William got eaten by a bird. His plump little body was yoinked off the stick right in front of Harold who's own wings confused the bird and shielded him from attack.
The next morning Harold drank his coffee (now flavored with cream and two sugars) and regarded the sprawling forest landscape before him. Harold decided it was time to start embracing his own metamorphosis. He noticed that he had felt pity for William's narrow-mindedness as well as shame at himself for agreeing with and thinking those very same ideas. After a long butterfly sigh Harold announced to the world and to himself that he truly had changed.
Be like Harold. Send this card to your friends.
-4.25” x 5.5” card & pink envelope
-Printed on 100lb Cardstock
-Made in USA
