This week in Humanities, we were instructed to begin a dream journal to create a library of dreams from which to choose to paint in an abstract form next week. Ironically enough, that very night I had a strange, abstract painting worthy dream. In it I was myself, and yet I was not. Growing out of my neck were butterflies. Yes. Butterflies. Curious, I began to search for an explanation for this strange symbolism, and stumbled across the following article.
http://www.whats-your-sign.com/butterfly-animal-symbolism.html
This article brought forth several different ideas. Perhaps the most logical was the idea that I am like a butterfly preparing to leave my cocoon of high school, and I am entering the real world all too quickly. Butterflies are also a symbol of the soul. As long as I stay true to my soul, I will emerge from the cocoon as a beautiful butterfly.
http://www.whats-your-sign.com/butterfly-animal-symbolism.html
This article brought forth several different ideas. Perhaps the most logical was the idea that I am like a butterfly preparing to leave my cocoon of high school, and I am entering the real world all too quickly. Butterflies are also a symbol of the soul. As long as I stay true to my soul, I will emerge from the cocoon as a beautiful butterfly.