One warm morning I walked through a park near my home. I stopped walking because I saw something small flattering in front of my face. My eyes followed it. It sat down on a small branch.
I walked over to the bush. As I got closer, I realized that the flattering thing was, in fact, a small butterfly. I hold my breathing for a while.
A few seconds later, I closed my eyes and felt the soft wind on my face.
With my eyes closed I imagined how gently the sunbeams’ stroke the butterfly’s wings. It was peaceful an almost silent moment.
I knew the fact that each individual moment of our lives is beautiful, mystery, and a miracle.