Novel & Cerita Butterfly Meaning In Life

“Why?” “Just answer the question, Marco.” Sandaling natigilan si Marco, nag-isip. “Change. A butterfly can signify change like metamorphosis.” Umiling si Enzo. “No. That’s not it. Give me another one.” “Butterfly can also mean beauty. I remember when Jewel had her debut, we ordered lots of live butterflies. Para raw mas maganda, sabi ng Mama,” ani Marco. “That’s not it. Another.” Matagal bago sumagot si Marco, kinuha na ang cellphone at nag-search sa internet. “Interesting,” anang lalaki maya-maya.

sabi ni John, "alam nyo ba, sabi ni Lola, kapag may butterfly na dumaan, may magandang mangyayari sa buhay natin?" "Oo nga, at sabi ko, magbibigay daw ng good luck," sabi ni Jenny. "Kaya siguradong magiging maganda ang lahat sa ating pamilya!" Habang pinagmamasdan ko ang kambal na nagsasalita, ramdam ko ang init ng pagmamahal sa bawat salita nila. "Oo nga, mga anak. Ang mga butterflies ay simbolo ng mga magandang bagay. Sigurado akong marami pang magagandang bagay ang mangyayari sa atin."

Ito ay talagang isang magandang butterfly. Makulay ang mga pakpak nito. Ikinumpas nito ang kanyang mga pakpak, at nagniningning ang mga ito pagkatapos na i-refracte ang sikat ng araw sa madaling araw. Iyon ang simbolo ng buhay at pagsilang ng isang magandang buhay. Lumipad palayo, butterfly!

She wants to live, she wants to renew her life, she wants to be free, she wants to love, she wants to start living in the present and reality. It was lie that she isn’t afraid to leave this world, because she’s really afraid and she fears that no one’s there to save her. She feels so alone. But watching the butterfly— fly in the air so freely, makes her think that there’s still hope, that her mother might not be here physically, but she’s watching over her. That was enough for her to feel a little bit better.

“Opo.” “Just what I said earlier, Tutor Astrid, I made this butterfly because I did follow my heart.” Hinawakan niya ang paruparong ginuhit at kinulayan niya. “Look at the butterfly as if it is real. I can compare this butterfly to my mommy. She is not real in my imagination, but she is in my heart. Did you know, Tutor Astrid, that I always draw and color the image of mommy in my mind even when I’m not sure of her face because I haven’t seen her yet? That's why I used a lot of colors to make her alive. There are many colors because they symbolize mom's existence through my imagination. Even she's not here, at least I can feel her... here.” She pointed to her heart. Tumingin siya sa akin. “An

Na ang simpleng pagihip ng hangin, paglipad at ang pahuni ng ibon, ang musika, ang magagandang tanawin, ang araw, ang buwan at ang mga tala ay may makubuluhang simbolo na nagpapahiwatig sa ating buhay. Andrea said that a butterfly doesn't see how beautiful their wings are but other people can see the beauty of it. Parang tao lang. Nakikita ng ibang tao ang kabaitan at kapangitan ng ugali mo at mismong sarili mo, hindi mo nakikita. We often see the disaster of ourselves instead on focusing on how to appreciate the beauty and disaster of one self. I gathered air and courage to open the letter. This is what my Mama want to say to me but failed because I am always busy.

komento ko dito at pinag-cross ang mga paa ko bago prenteng sumandal sa kinauupuan ko. "Well ate Claribel loves to tell me about her love story. She said loves can give us butterflies in our stomach. What does she mean?" kunot ang noong tanong nito. Bakit ba kung ano-ano ang sinasabi ni Claribel dito? Anong malay ko sa mga butterflies na iyon e puro sama ng loob lang naman natatanggap ko sa mixed signals ng tatay niya. "Don't mind it. Butterflies died so fast same with some people feelings,'' bitter na sagot ko.

Nagpakawala ito ng isang buntung-hininga habang nanatiling magkatagpo ang kanilang mga mata. "A butterfly needs flower to survive…and I am your flower, my butterfly."