Maya AngelouWe delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
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The truth is, the butterfly does not delight in its beauty. If it did, it would not go through the pains of metamorphosis. The butterfly goes through many changes before it becomes this beautiful creature, and each change is painful. It is only after these changes that the butterfly can be truly admired for its beauty. A person who delights in his or her appearance is only deceiving him- or herself.
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