like a moth to a flame
The story goes something like this:
Some quite night, a moth was hovering near an open flame, darting closer and closer to the willful flame. A bug was nearby, and, confused by the moth's nearly suicidal actions, asked the moth, "Why do you move closer and closer to the flame knowing that it will kill you on touch?"
To which the moth knowingly explained, "The flame is a source of happiness for me. It is, in fact, the greatest source of happiness! I would rather live one moment in pure happiness than live a lifetime of somber longing."
The bug was about to reply but the moth quickly followed through with his intentions and flew directly into the flame. Then time slowed down as the moth flapped its wings in pure joy, one single flutter lasting minutes; the moth ablaze and feeling alive, expanding the light in the room. His desire for love finally quenched and life no longer worth living.
As the moth's ashes were taken up by the wind, the bug thought to himself, "The moth has got it all wrong. I would rather have 10x the longevity and 1/10 the happiness than to have 1/10 the longevity and 10x the happiness." Left with no one else to talk to, the bug walked on into the night, alone again.
See the point? That someone could love something so much that they would rather be a part of what they love if only for a second, than to live out life never having their ultimate desire.
Oh how I crave to someday be a moth and not this bug!
Some quite night, a moth was hovering near an open flame, darting closer and closer to the willful flame. A bug was nearby, and, confused by the moth's nearly suicidal actions, asked the moth, "Why do you move closer and closer to the flame knowing that it will kill you on touch?"
To which the moth knowingly explained, "The flame is a source of happiness for me. It is, in fact, the greatest source of happiness! I would rather live one moment in pure happiness than live a lifetime of somber longing."
The bug was about to reply but the moth quickly followed through with his intentions and flew directly into the flame. Then time slowed down as the moth flapped its wings in pure joy, one single flutter lasting minutes; the moth ablaze and feeling alive, expanding the light in the room. His desire for love finally quenched and life no longer worth living.
As the moth's ashes were taken up by the wind, the bug thought to himself, "The moth has got it all wrong. I would rather have 10x the longevity and 1/10 the happiness than to have 1/10 the longevity and 10x the happiness." Left with no one else to talk to, the bug walked on into the night, alone again.
See the point? That someone could love something so much that they would rather be a part of what they love if only for a second, than to live out life never having their ultimate desire.
Oh how I crave to someday be a moth and not this bug!