Observing a butterfly as I’m taking a break during a ride. I have this thought: Even a butterfly must yield to the strength of wind. It must find a place to rest before it can continue. It must stop pushing long enough to find that place. A sit until that wind has concluded its travels. Only then can it go forward. How much energy will you spend fighting the wind? Or will you be still enough to find its current and let it take you somewhere. Either way, you rest in this moment or lose the strength to live.