Finished or not, here I come

The caterpillar probably has no idea how long he will be in the cocoon, or even what a cocoon is.

Perhaps that makes me luckier. I know what a cocoon is and what it is supposed to be for.

I assume that this is where I am and that it is different for everyone.

It is an unknown experience. A time for learning and growth, but I also know that some caterpillars simply dry up and die before their time comes.

Who or what decides this I do not know.

I try to just accept what is and allow myself to go forward with the faith of a child. I remember the song I learned on the radio when I was three. Que sera sera.

In the meantime I sleep -- and sleep -- and sleep.