The reason I've titled this post "Chasing Dreams" instead of "Chasing Fireflies" is because the act of chasing both is so similar. Like chasing a dream, you start off in the pitch dark feeling a little lost and unsure of a direction. Then all of a sudden, you see a small light in the distance. Whether it be an idea or a whim of inspiration, you tear into the night running that direction....but when you get there it's gone. Maybe the idea you had works, but not quite. Then you see another tiny light in a different direction and you run with all your might to catch it. You swing your hand, and you almost have the little bug in your palm, and you feel its wings flutter against your index finger before again disappearing. At this point you sit down in the grass and wonder if you will EVER catch that firefly. And just when you're about to give up, because the bugs have trickled into nothingness and it's growing late and pass your bedtime, an extra bright light sours through the night sky. It's at perfect eye level, and it's traveling a little slower than the others. You feel deep inside yourself that this is it, that it's the right light to chase. And then....you catch it. Before you let it go to chase another.