Monday, July 18, 2005

Fireflies

Fireflies in a Champagne Glass
I was seventeen and simple when I saw my very first firefly. To me, fireflies were things of dreams. They were mystical creatures that rampaged with the likes of Peter Pan. I imagined them to be powdered with glitter and with wings of tiny satin. To finally meet one, I found myself even more entranced. Clutching a champagne glass, blended among tall, waving grasses in the meadow outside my hotel, I was realizing a dream. I had a wish come true. The glitter of fairytales is a truth. It's merely in your perception, your angle of vision. Come...let's us catch some fireflies.
How I Catch my Fireflies
live with intention.
walk to the edge.
listen hard.
practice wellness.
play with abandon.
laugh.
choose with no regret.
continue to learn.
appreciate your friends.
do what you love.
live as if this is all there is.

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