Sometimes love ...

Once, there was a young girl, that found a chrysalis, from which a butterfly was trying to emerge. The struggle that it was having, hurt her, and she sought to help it. So, she takes a quiva, and very, very carefully cuts the shell of the chrysalis away from the butterfly, thinking that it would spread its wings and take flight, but this did not happen. All it did was struggle on the ground, like a worm of some sort, unable to fly.
You see, all things in life have a purpose, even the struggle of the butterfly. It is that struggle that makes its wings strong enough to fly. Without that struggle, and that toil, they never have that strength.