One day a small opening appeared in a cocoon; a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force it's body through that tiny hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could not go any further. So the man decided to help the Butterfly: he took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body, it was tiny and had shriveled wings. The man continued to watch because he expected that at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand, to be able to support the butterfly's body and become firm. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and his goodwill did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were mother nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into it's wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved it's freedom from the cocoon. The moral of the story is don't fuck with mother nature and sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we went through life without obstacles it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been. I asked for strength and I was given difficulties to make me strong. I asked for wisdom and I was given problems to solve. I asked for prosperity and I was given a brain and brawn to work. I asked for courage and I was given obstacles to overcome. I asked for favors and I was given opportunities. I recieved nothing I wanted but I recieved everything I needed. King the lustre is gone right now, but it will come back. Time is a fucking asshole but what it has given you is a free ticket to any ride you want to take. The world is your oyster so start shucking!