You keep telling yourself change is good, change is healthy. You are the butterfly everyone wants you to be, except you. The irony is that flying is the only thing that keeps you from moving. From one flower to the next, from one garden to another. The thrill is exhausting, verging on mundane. And the moment it starts to get complicated, you fly. No surprises there.
The caterpillar in you had it easy because it didn't know any better. But now you're stuck with the butterfly and there is nothing you can really do about that. Long gone is the caterpillar. And no, pouting doesn't help. I really wish it did though. Change is messy. It leaves you craving for less.
As a caterpillar, you used to be envious of all the butterflies; beautiful colourful creatures flying high up in the sky. The roles are now reversed, and yet, despite the sudden change in form, you are still jealous. Telling yourself that change is good and healthy, even if change is what messed you up in the first place, is pure insanity. The concept of change just became one huge overstatement, and if you don't stop doing it, you might just ruin the caterpillar leftover pieces you still had in you for good. And you don't want that, believe me.
Now go. Fly fly away.