The boy and the butterfly.

The boy had a name. He was quite proud of it, until his friends started making fun of his name. They made it sound feminine. They thought his name sounded like butterfly.

And the boy was unhappy. He always felt that his name was unique. His name was like some arbitrary gift from God, bestowed upon him for power.

Many years later, did he realise that the butterfly is beautiful. The metamorphosis of the butterfly from the caterpillar is a marvel of nature and has much more significance than an arbitrary, cool sounding name.

Still, he appreciated his name, which symbolised the ideal of perseverance.