There's an old story about a man who was on his way home one day and came across a butterfly cocoon.

Yes, I know, technically it's called a chrysalis, not a cocoon, but it's just a lot easier to say, so stick with me.

He paused to admire the cocoon, and much to his surprise, he noticed that the butterfly

inside was trying to hatch.

Well, I'll never see anything like this ever again, he said to himself.

So he waited, watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body

through the tiny hole. But all at once,

the butterfly just stopped. It was as if the butterfly had given up. Poor thing, just needs some help,

he said. So he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bits of the cocoon.

Hmm. Imagine how excited he'll be to finally be free.

He said to himself, feeling a little extra proud for helping the butterfly I need.

And with the greatest of ease, the butterfly emerged from the cocoon and quickly fell to the ground.

Its wings were small and shriveled.

Its body was swollen, just laying there on the ground.

Surely, he thought, any moment now, the butterfly's wings will expand,

and this beautiful creature will fly off until its newfound freedom. But it never did. The butterfly

spent the rest of its life crawling on the ground,

never seen life from the air as it was meant because its wings never fully developed before leaving the cocoon.

You know, in his kindness and wanting to help the butterfly,

he didn't understand how the struggle was part of nature's plan.

See, the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through that tiny opening,

that's nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings,

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