Life lands on each of us like an avalanche. We're either the accretion of this natural stream of detritus, or we are an invention, the result of choice and personal vision, of instinct and need. It takes something to carve out a completely new reality, it demands one relinquish comfort. It demands one live in the presence of possibility, willing to endure what seems for all the world like destruction to arrive on a distant shore of which one can only dream. We are not butterflies by design, and it demands a kind of faith or at least the suspension of such to will the opportunity, the space to go through a true transformation. A Metamorphosis. 


Souls who've walked this particular path, understand. That at our heart we are all invented selves, and the only freedom in life, is choosing what you will create of yourself.