Fireflies
Thoughts are a lot like fireflies in so many ways. By themselves they fly about with no rhyme or reason, caring little for anything but themselves. Every once in a while their light will dance before the eye of a passerby, and, if there be a dreamer behind that eye, they may try and catch that light and hold it captive.
Every day a million thoughts run through my mind, but seldom do I ever get a chance to study them before they drift off into the distance, fading as a firefly into the dark abyss of the night. But when I write it's like capturing those thoughts and putting them into a jar where they'll bounce around and fill the air with their vibrant glow.
Even still, time is of the essence, for it takes but a short time before even a captured thought runs out of energy and falls dead to the ground, disappearing into a cloud of forgotten dreams and distant memories.
And so here I will try and catch those fireflies. If nothing else chasing them will provide some entertainment and a bit of exercise for my wandering mind. And perhaps . . . perhaps by some miracle I may stumble across a thought or two worth keeping. Perhaps I will reach for a firefly and catch a star that will burn bright for years to come, and will ever cast it's vibrant joy across the depths of my ever hungry soul.