As I ran in the park, looking for someone to race with,
I found a butterfly flying right above me.
“Why not race with a butterfly” I thought.
I kept running behind/under it.
Suddenly it stopped at a flower,
Drinking nectar and spreading love.
I kept marching a little far from it,
Shifting my weight from one feet to the other.
As I looked at her closely,
And saw the various colors on her wings,
I suddenly did not want to race with her,
I just wanted to be with her and look at her.
She got up from the flower and spread her wings,
My gaze following her every movement.
And there was a difference this time,
I was not racing , I was just running with her.
When I got back home, I thought of all the butterflies,
That I had raced with during my entire life.
Those destinations where the journey was equally beautiful.
Those relationships in which the end did not matter.
Those goals which got fulfilled many times during the process.
Those moments which added up to much more than the event.
Those ingredients which tasted as good as the dish.
Those flowers which were as good as a bouquet .
It shall be another butterfly tomorrow,
But the intention shall remain the same .
Not to race with her or overtake her ,
But to observe her and run with her