{"id":1774,"date":"2013-03-13T10:27:01","date_gmt":"2013-03-13T16:27:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/?p=1774"},"modified":"2013-03-13T10:27:01","modified_gmt":"2013-03-13T16:27:01","slug":"life-in-metaphor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/2013\/03\/life-in-metaphor\/","title":{"rendered":"Life in Metaphor"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>I once knew a boy who was shy, introverted, and yet highly sensitive to sounds. One day the boy found himself on stage. Stage gave him the opportunity to express and be heard and seen.\u00a0 Soon the boy would lead.\u00a0 He continued to act, till one day the boy discovered that life was bigger and yearned to know more. The yearning continued, till one day he discovered it was here. Struggling with simplicity, the boy fought really hard. He argued with what was, wanted it to be different, look different, and yet it wasn\u2019t.\u00a0 He had heard great sages, teachers, mystic\u2019s talk of this place. Yet he couldn\u2019t handle how simple it was, so he went outside and sat in nature.\u00a0 Sitting there for some time, a butterfly landed beside him. He became the butterfly and understood.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/221\/2013\/03\/Red-Butterfly-Wallpapers-HD.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1776\" title=\"Red-Butterfly-Wallpapers-HD\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/221\/2013\/03\/Red-Butterfly-Wallpapers-HD-300x187.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"187\"><\/a><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>  Sitting there for some time, a butterfly landed beside him. He became the butterfly and understood. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1107,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1176,1226,1225,163,218,882,932,676,1227,725],"class_list":["post-1774","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-1176","tag-butterflies","tag-butterfly","tag-david-matthew-brown","tag-facebook","tag-linkedin","tag-naked-mystic","tag-twitter","tag-understood","tag-wrestling-with-yourself"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1774","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1107"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1774"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1774\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1774"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1774"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/wrestlingwithyourself\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1774"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}