I remember catching fireflies when I was little, I never kept them in a jar cause I didn’t want to hurt them. I do remember catching them in butterfly nets, only slightly better then jars in the aspect that it offers the little bulby bugs a way out. I think back on those times a lot more now a days then I used to only for the reason that maybe I was all those fireflies, or maybe I perceive myself like them. The only downside is there will never be a net big enough to fit all the fireflies in the world and there in lies the parts of me that escape and are either hiding away or gone forever.
The catcher of the flies is the part of humanity that have lost all desire to enjoy the beauty of watching the glistening and the twinkling of each lightning bug.
The net is the crossroad to which we allow those who take out joy or we don’t.
As hard as it is right now, I have to believe this is not what will be the remaining chapter of life. I’ve got to believe this is here only so that I can learn from it and finally I have to believe that this too shall pass.
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