Letting Go to Illuminate

A boy carried a jar of fireflies everywhere, convinced their glow proved he mattered.

One night, the lid slipped. They scattered into darkness, and he panicked,

chasing shadows. Then he noticed something. Where they landed, flowers bloomed

faintly in the dirt. His light was never meant to be trapped. It was meant to spread.

Sometimes the brightest thing you can do is let go and trust what you gave will grow somewhere you'll

never see.