I heard it… What was that? Was it flying? I should try to get back to my notes, maybe it’s just my brain trying to create more distractions in order to escape from studying for the exam.. But I had to get right back to it.. I don’t wish to be embarrassed in front of “her”.. I mean the whole class tomorrow…. But wait!! I think I saw something.. It’s black! An insect? But it’s flying..!! Nevermind… There, it landed right on my book aaaand it’s a flying Cockroach… Thud!!! I closed the book with a loud scream, thankfully there was no one around to see a young man freaking over an insect.. But now I felt bad for the poor thing.. I killed it!
Back then when I used to walk through the forests with grandpa how I’d run after the fireflies until he’d send me a loud warning.. How I’d play hide and seek with them for hours and how they’d take away my fear of darkness in the middle of a dense forest.. How my heart began to sink when he told me I can’t see them anymore because people are destroying their habitat and I cursed the whole planet for hours and cried like a little baby.. Well, I was only 7… Mmm, 6 and a half technically…. And so I started my campaign to save the fireflies
What made it so different then? People kill them both… They are both insects, right? They both fly… I guess what makes them different is their role.. You see it’s the same with us humans, we all look the same, act the same, breathe, eat, sleep the same… what defines us are our deeds.. And when we decide to overcome the darkness around us.. We glow..!! We become…. well.. A Firefly!!