I was walking up the steps of the subway when I saw this – a butterfly desperately trying to get back to the greenery and fresh air it loves. Some stray gust of wind had probably brought it bumbling into the subway by accident … And now the poor creature was desperately trying to find it’s way back. It fluttered hither and thither in its panic, banging its wings against the glass, and being taken aback every time by this invisible barrier yha it just couldn’t cross. The sight reminded me a little of human nature. We weep and moan and call a situation desperate and bleak, but if we spend some time in thinking we would realize that the door to our dream destination was always open. We were just wasting time, weeping. In a dark room we can either curse the blackness….or feel along the walls, to find the light switch.