First, your eyes meet a butterfly. Dance, colour, appearance, everything of it impresses you deeply, and before you knew it, you started to love the butterfly. Then when you take a look at it, you realize that it entered your body. After that day, you feel like butterflies fly inside your belly. “Why is it a butterfly?” questions passes through your mind, but you can’t find an answer for it. The only thing you know that there’s a butterfly inside you. Then that butterfly flies to your heart, and decides to stay there for a while. Your heart starts to beat more beautifully, and when a time comes to your life, you feel like your heart skips a beat and both of you will die because of that. It’s cool though… Maybe your death counts for nothing for you, but death of that butterfly would rout you. Butterfly comprehends this situation, and flies to your mind. It makes you feel like you hear its flaps inside your mind. Soon after, you can’t think anything but him and his flaps. You get drunk, so to say, and the only thing remains inside you is him. When you’re about to lose your mind, butterfly flies through your ear and leaves. You get surprised first, because those flaps disappeared from your mind. But the things that it left inside you stays there forever. Those inexpressible feelings which include that weird feeling inside your belly -maybe it’s love-, those effusive beats of your heart, and that serenity of your mind, all of them is yours from now. Shortly, you became a butterfly. They say butterflies have a short life, even rumored that it’s just one day. That’s why you would die on the following day, and your body stays in this world. On the other hand, that butterfly died as well when he left you.
And when you open your eyes in the other world, your eyes look for that butterfly again. However, that butterfly which stole you away has become a phoenix, and you learned to fly because of the fact that you became a butterfly. Then that phoenix stands up and starts to fly higher, and because of the reason that you belong to it, you start to follow it as well. As it rises, you rise with it too. After a while, phoenix disappears. You, in the other hand, come up against the highness that you rise to, but continue to rise again. Because you know that there’s a phoenix before you, and it will be always there. You fly, you fly all the time, and when you take a look at your body wonderingly, you realize that you became a phoenix as well. The phoenix that you look for is you from that time. In the end, you comprehend that there’s neither a butterfly nor a phoenix. You just took a trip inside you, and completed it as a phoenix.
This is the story of human, that’s all.