Like a Butterfly

"I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free." Charles Dickens

I absolutely adore this quote. My friend snapped a picture of a storefront adorned with these very words while studying in London, England. While spending a typical Sunday afternoon ravaging my Facebook newsfeed, I came across this photo of hers. And it got me thinking. Lately I've been having a bit of a quarter life crisis (at least I hope it's quarter). My older sister just graduated from Sarah Lawrence and obviously therefore is as artsy as they come. Which is great. She can give me a free tour of any museum you step into. Only problem with that, is that she will most likely never find a job. And so her cries to above every evening have slightly gotten to me. Majoring in Art History these days leads to a bit of a challenging career path in my opinion. "But hey, if it makes you happy!" they say. But what really is the key to happiness? I feel as though this is man's eternal quest, the answer to this quandary. I have absolutely no idea what the key is- if I did I probably wouldn't be writing a Blog about it. What I do want to keep in mind though, is this:

Storefront London, England 

Butterflies are a mysterious creature, spending a large part of their life in darkness, tied in a straight jacket, and yet so delicate and simple once free. So free. Free from that darkness, free from mankind. Think about the last time you had a real encounter with a butterfly- no matter how hard you try, you cannot seem to catch one in the palm of your hand.

Next week I leave for a five months in Spain. I have absolutely no idea what is to come- and frankly, that terrifies me. Unfortunately, I am not one to greet change with open arms. I tend to over think almost everything, and usually end up creating problems that did not exist in the first place. So this is what I propose- pull a jail break and leave behind my own cocoon. Forget the structure I have set up at home in Boston and just be free. Five whole months of me. Because life truly is too short to plan each step you take and to over analyze each decision you make. So heres to siestas at noon and sangria at midnight. 

And so I leave you with- until next time, keep me in mind.