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Deformed butterflies

The problem with life in general is that we cannot stay for long in this self-generated quasi video game emulator type of a setting. Inevitably, we end up coming too close to reality than one might want to.  As you age, the cocoon within which you are comfortably nested slowly peels away and the world expects that within its safe confines, you’ve successfully transformed yourself into a butterfly. But what if you could not become a butterfly? What if you ended up being some sort of a deformed or mutated version of a butterfly? Wouldn’t you desire to return to that shell of security? Won’t you crave to get back to that illusory world wherein everything seems to be within your control?
You realise that life is different for butterflies and deformed butterflies. Deformed butterflies cannot fly as high as their ambitions, they cannot reach their goals, and they see their contemporaries rising far above them, spreading their beautiful wings and enjoying ‘reality’ much more than its former illusory version. But there is one thing that these deformed butterflies can do which their normal cannot- they die out.
But a slightly softer version of this otherwise staunch reality is in force for the ‘deformed butterflies’ of the Human realm. We’ve managed to create permanent cocoons to keep us from facing too much reality than we can bear. And we’ve labelled these permanent cocoons as ‘Family’. This institution stretches to unimaginable limits for the sustenance of ‘deformed butterflies’, but even this institution might fail if a family comprises of only ‘deformed butterflies’.

This self-sustaining structure is possible only with the involvement of fully capable butterflies & without their involvement; its resistance to reality is like that of the security of an email account whose password is “password”. Its foundations are so weak that it might just follow Newton’s theory of gravitation, as this world will manage to pull it down.

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