The butterfly will never forget that it was a worm.
— Mario Benedetti
I believe that no living being forgets its origins, we would be denying identity, that is, if the achievements made us arrogant, because there was always fear of living or not being something, because we did not understand that life gave us an opportunity, However, the butterfly , which undergoes an important metamorphosis of a small and simple larva, begins with a great job to be crisalida. There, fragile and delicate, perhaps he waits with fear until he is heroically freed from his sheath. . , and extends and extends its colorful wings, and becomes a delight of nature, similar to us, sometimes warm and comfortable, we find it difficult to free ourselves and fly and unfold wings, right? But she knows that her limitations are humble, so her goal is to be more beautiful, not more arrogant.
