You've matured. You're learning to fly faster than you're growing.

You're like a butterfly. You transform in an instant. Become like a whole different person.

The flap of your wings carries you away from the weak and towards the strong.

Do not be afraid of it.

Only she who stands alone in the middle of the maelstrom can monitor it all. Make use of your gifts.

Do not be sad about it.

It's a truly, truly

wonderful thing.