A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.
The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings wrinkled and shriveled. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
There was a child made all of salt who very much wanted to know where he came from; so he went on a very long journey and travelled to many lands in order to seek an answer.
Finally, he came to the shore of the great ocean.
"How marvellous", he cried, and put one foot into the water. The ocean beckoned him in further, saying: "If you wish to know who you are, do not be afraid."
The salt child walked further and further into the water, dissolving with each step, and at the end exclaimed : "Ah, now I know who I am!"
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A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.
The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings wrinkled and shriveled. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
Nicole Edouard (69)
OK ! Struggle for life ! But, should'nt we help the others ? The "just middle" is required...
You could watch this film :
http://www.commeaucinema.com/bandes-annonces/le-risque-de-vivre,39608
brownbeauty1 (28)
Interesting story...what to do in a similar situation?..I guess I would helped the moth too...
We need to struggle for life...we need to be strong and figth for the things we love or need...Though, we need others sometimes to succeed...
sauterelle (65)
There was a child made all of salt who very much wanted to know where he came from; so he went on a very long journey and travelled to many lands in order to seek an answer.
Finally, he came to the shore of the great ocean.
"How marvellous", he cried, and put one foot into the water. The ocean beckoned him in further, saying: "If you wish to know who you are, do not be afraid."
The salt child walked further and further into the water, dissolving with each step, and at the end exclaimed : "Ah, now I know who I am!"
sauterelle (65)
Sorry, I am new, and I see that I have put my story on the wrong page!