One night I heard fireworks, but couldn’t figure out where they were coming from. I even drove around looking for them, and told my friend I was ‘chasing fireworks.’
I’ve often thought of that night, and how I was so intent to find those fireworks, it was all I could think about. I was like a mad-woman, couldn’t get them out of my head!
I have since used that term when thinking about what it is I’m looking for in life. That sometimes I feel as though I’m ‘chasing fireworks,’ something that is intangible, but is still so there—something exciting and beautiful, yet seemingly unattainable.
