The 'ol switcharoo

I'd like to share with you a butterfly that i found in my poison ivy and pricker- filled adventure in the woods this afternoon.
I feel like it had a metaphor to tell me. I found it on this stick, and as i got closer and closer hoping to get the best picture possible, it flew away. I kept track of it with my eyes as it soared in circles around the small clearing in the woods that i was in. It flew for a quarter of a minute before it settled on a nearby leaf. Yet again, i surprised it with my unyielding antics to get a good picture, and it flew around the clearing, maybe for half a minute then settled down again. I decided to leave it alone at this point.

I feel like no matter how long you're gone, and no matter how far you go away, you'll always want to get back to where you started in your comfort zone.

another thing i found funny:

I'm going to generalize here...
0 -> 1 years old - don't know what the hell is going on..
2 -> 12 years old - parents are embarrassed by their kids
13 -> death - kids are embarrassed by their parents.