If found this poem several years ago and I love it. It tells the beauty and purpose of a good struggle.
A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon.
On that day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no further. It seemed to be stuck.
Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth out, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of cocoon. The moth emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand and be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened!
In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If we were to go through life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
Give every opportunity a chance. - unknown