SosiSal_Bird

"The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it" 

I've always believed in that quote and i always will, that is why i put up my mind to write these short stories, believing that someone will read it and help him/her in any way.

my short stories are based on my 20 years of experience in life, of how i see the world and how i deal with the problems i come across .

some of these stories i wrote thinking of a friend or two, who had been through a lot . i didn't mention names nor referred to any of them . you might even find that some characters aren't humans. 

it is just a work of fiction made to help and guide us through our emotions .

some might be imperfect as I am too still trying to guide myself through life. 

hope you enjoy reading it . continue being your amazing self.

i hope my bottled letters reach you shore safely .

The Memory Of The Ocean

In the deep deep woods that is full of different kinds of lives ..lived a small,tiny caterpillar. It was so tiny that even if you look really closely you won't notice it, he was that insignificant and that what he thought of himself ….an unimportant small being .


the caterpillar spent his life in eating and moving around aimlessly. At first it didn't matter to him, after all what is a tiny caterpillar able to do in a world that is so big. yet, he felt like he is different, that there is more to him than what meets the eye , that his life isn't just around eating and sleeping .


although he had the whole woods with millions of animals and insects around him ,he felt so lonely . he would go and stay on a dried branch staring at nothing ,but thinking about his existence .


one day when he was sitting on the branch staring aimlessly like always he felt a slap of wind that almost knocked him off . 


he looked at the source and oh how shocked and fascinated he was, for he encountered the first bird in his life, he heard of them but never saw one . he should have been scared ,he should have hidden, for birds eat insects .but, he didn't move, he continued to look at the bird and inspect it from his branch, the bird flied away and with a flip of his wing the caterpillar's dream was born . 


that day when he went to sleep he was full with excitement for his new dream, and jealousy for the birds that have the utmost freedom in the sky.


the next day he went to sit on the branch again and look up to the sky to see the flying birds , they had their own lives which they seemed to be happy with, contrary to them he wasn't happy with his .


he knew he couldn't fly ,yet he didn't lose hope in the change ,the feel of difference inside him . all along he only had to believe in himself, to believe that he can change and make change and to have patience .


he day he embraced his own and accepted being a tiny caterpillar the change has began . on the same dried branch that held his sorrows and his new hope he developed his cocoon . he promised himself the change would be magnificent and he would achieve his dream of flying .


day after day he developed and changed in his cocoon , and with every day passing his feel of achievement grew and he became close to see his dream come true .


the cocoon broke and inside it was one of the most beautiful being in the world , the caterpillar opened his eyes to see the change ,he was no caterpillar now but a magnificent butterfly . he would have cried of happiness but the excitement took over and he tried flipping his wings . a flip after a flip he left the branch and was finally floating in the air ,he could see the ground under him and the whole world in sight just waiting to be discovered .


he didn't change to a bird yet he knew that he had his own path ,his own being and achievements to be proud of ,he didn't have to be like everyone else but to be his unique self . his wings were so delicate and weak put he didn't complain ,he was finally truly content with himself ...…only if he knew what a butterfly effect could do the world, and how big he can change it .


The Caterpillar Effect