At some point in our lives, if not always, we all seem to be looking for something. Whenever I travel I meet many people from all over the world, and many of them seem to be chasing butterflies. The kind of butterflies that once caught, and put in a jar, they no longer fly, and therefore can no longer be chased. This is when the jar is put down and we slowly walk away. Then before we know it a butterfly flies into our view and we are off again.
Bad or good, I am not always certain. But sometimes, I chase butterflies, and other times I get the itch to fly- so I do.
That’s when it gets really good. That’s when you end up in the outback, swatting bugs, driving through croc territory, sweating from every pore- then jumping into heaven sent plunge pools. Your swinging through the oldest jungles, meeting amazing people from all over, waking up to the sound of bird mayhem, hiking to the top of your sorrows and eventually laying your head on the golden shores of what seems like heaven. This is when you say to yourself, “forget chasing butterflies, I like flying”.