The butterfly 

It’s cold as he slips beneath the surface and the water is reflecting the beige of the tiles.
Because he doesn’t like to be found naked he decided to stay dressed. Nakedness would mean weakness, and he is no weak person.
He made this decision without reflecting if it’s right or wrong, he just decided to do it. This is why he won’t hesitate; he just likes to enjoy the atmosphere. Although the window is open, he can’t hear anything from the streets outside, no laughing children, no cars, nothing… During his whole life he has been surrounded by this nothing until he had the feeling that soon he will drown in it. But now he will do something to change his life entirely.
The knife is new and the blade gleams in the beams of light as he turns it around. As he lets it glide along his wrists, he sees something from the corner of his eye. At first he doesn’t pay attention to it but then he recognises a butterfly. With its tiny wings it flutters around his head.
Suddenly it sits down on his left wrist and he simply stares at it wondering if this is a sign. After a short while he proceeds in lifting the knife but the butterfly won’t move. Without success he tries to shoo it but it simply sits on his wrist and seems to see into his soul.
Half an hour later with the small creature he had enough time to consider his way of living. Then he steps out of the bathtub and knows that there are always that small things in life, sometimes we aren’t even aware of, that are worth living for. Like a tiny butterfly…

January 2010