Anyway, I'm sitting there, daydreaming about the wind picking me up and dropping me in Scotland, when I noticed this butterfly flipping around. Now it was a pretty butterfly but it was a BIG one, and very exotic looking so I was kinda freaked cause it looked like one of those foreign butterflies that get under your skin (literally). 
So I sat there and watched it, just watched it. The wind was blowing so hard, it could have easily ripped the butterfly in half, and this butterfly was just flapping it's wings, flapping, flapping. The wind was tossing it all over the place, like it was clothes in a dryer (I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash! 
), but it kept coming. This went on for like ten mins and I lost sight of it for like two seconds and it was back at it again! This butterfly was like 'screw you, wind, I'm going where I'm going!' The battle ensued then I looked down and realized I had over extended my break (gee, the horror!) so I went back inside. But that nature vs nature battle stuck in my mind and the first thing I thought of was....us. We are like that butterfly, ALL OF US! The wind is life and all the crap it throws at us and we just keep flapping our wings, determined to go forward cause we KNOW where we are going and we will get there dammit! Does anyone know what I'm saying? Or did my rambling just confuse the **** out of ya? 
