I'm sitting around a campfire tonight, reading and listening to the birds in the trees and the frogs in the creek.
Earlier this summer we had a veritable swarm of lightning bugs at night, more than I'd ever seen in my lifetime.
Tonight there is just one solitary lightning bug, swimming in circles in the air around me, punctuating the night with the tiniest beam of light.
We often think that more is best. Sometimes it is. I was awestruck months ago by show in my backyard by hundreds of lightning bugs. It was magical.
However, tonight this single bug concentrated it's glowing majesty around me in such a way that I couldn't help but feel honored by the universe in way that I never had before.
More isn't always better. One single being can light up the darkest of nights and shine the way out of the deepest, darkest of times.
Be a goddamned light. Especially in times of darkness. Your light is not unnoticed.
Burn, baby, burn.
However, tonight this single bug concentrated it's glowing majesty around me in such a way that I couldn't help but feel honored by the universe in way that I never had before.
More isn't always better. One single being can light up the darkest of nights and shine the way out of the deepest, darkest of times.
Be a goddamned light. Especially in times of darkness. Your light is not unnoticed.
Burn, baby, burn.
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