A caterpillar does not transform

into a graceful butterfly within a day.

It is the accumulation of

days,

weeks,

months,

for the caterpillar to build on itself,

to allow itself to grow and grow and grow into adulthood.

People are no more different.

Eighteen to many is a magical number to go from child to adult.

Same thought I had for many years.

But as that fateful day grows nearer and nearer,

I feel no more of a butterfly than I was just the day before.

The direct source of my knowledge is not known,

for it is the accumulation of every day I spent here on this Earth.

So I cannot point at a significant day,

a significant month,

a significant year,

in which I grew from infant to adult.

But I now know,

Turning into a butterfly does not happen in an instant.

But rather the recollection of the time you've spent,

learning,

watching,

feeling the world as you freely roam about it.

That from the day you exited the womb,

you are already transforming into that butterfly.