From Zhuangzi:
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”
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When my life was full of stress, I would have loved to turn into a butterfly. Now–when my days are filled with a focus on the wonders and joys of my life, both past and present–I wouldn’t trade my humanity for anything.
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