Happiness Is...Fireflies In A Jar
Sometimes, for no apparent reason, I forget things exist. Once I forgot about worms and it took me a whole two seconds of staring at this cylindrical slithering creature on the ground to realize what it was. Obviously I knew what a worm was, it had just been so long since I'd been face-to-face with one that I forgot about them entirely.
It's easy to get caught up when we are busy thinking too much about our day-to-day activities to remember the little things. Don't worry, I'm not getting totally sappy on you, it's just that today I realized it's been a really long time since I've seen a firefly. We don't have fireflies here in L.A.; at least not that I've ever seen. If they are here, they're out in the Valley somewhere, not here in Hollywood.
I grew up in the Midwest in two places, Mom's House and Dad's House, both in different states, and both were lucky enough to have fireflies in the yard every summer. I used to catch them in a glass jar and put them by my bed and watch them swirl around in magical little circles of light until I fell asleep. Fireflies are not very bright in the figurative sense, as in they're slow and uncoordinated. Easy to catch, even for a kid. They are however bright in the literal sense. A few can light up a room easily with their little tails aglow.
Today I promise to remember something small, so small it is easy to forget. I will be a little more aware. Because even the smallest of things can be so bright, they may just light up your life.