What happened this time? Oh, sweet Heavens! You tripped and fell

riding your bike…! Oh, so sorry to hear that. Mama took care of you,

right? Don’t worry, you are going to be O.k. These things happen all the

time. And I don’t want to appear being condescending. By saying you

are going to be OK. There is always a pebble on the sidewalk…a screw

in the parking lot…getting into your tires…an idiot cutting you in the

cashier‘s line…the freeway….you name it. On the other hand.

Remember when you tried to catch that beautiful butterfly but you

never did? Wasn’t a wonderful feeling for you seeing her getting away

from your net? It was. That’s the way with our dreams. You labor and

labor to get to them…to touch them…but you don’t…and you get to sit by

the tree and think about the experience…and you realize…it was better

you didn’t catch the butterfly because you would have cut its liberty.

Her dream of flying freely. You see…be happy your hands are empty of

guilt. And most important your mind.

Sweet dreams, sweet child.

Ernesto Onofre