I was sitting on the edge of this 11th floor, looking out of the window, looking at groups and groups of people walking around during office lunch break.

A few cars go in and out the expensive parking lot. A bus drive into the pickup area. Blue bus, with the company logo on it. Swarms of people went into the bus, flashing their tags to the bus driver as they step in to make sure they can take the free ride. It is exclusive.

Others just walk and cross the big highways, risking their lives in order to get food. Not that there’s no food nearby this place, but perhaps years and years of having the same thing at the same area probably bore them. They needed something new, people always need that.

Obtaining something new is the simplest form of satisfaction. Getting away with the same thing for very long time, on the other hand, needs a lot of courage, and perhaps resources. Depends on how you see it.

Normal sign everyday, everywhere in this big, sophisticated and unpredictable hill. Okay, maybe you can call this cluster of buildings a small city on its own.

And then this little thing comes. Flying upwards. Well, not exactly little for its kind.

A Butterfly. Yep.

Four inches wide, black colored with bright green spots along its wings. Very pretty.

I watched this little thing flew up to the other floors upstairs without making any real effort.

I smiled, and went back to my seat to resume my daily routine at his company.

Then it struck me.

Butterflies can fly till 11th floor!?

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