Setsuko: Why do fireflies have to die so soon?
A mere dialogue which managed to transform the way I thought about the world as kid.
Have you ever seen a grave of fireflies? Isn’t it all mesmerising and captivating? It can manage to hold you still at a place, without hitting you with the realisation that it has been hours of you watching them.
We can’t expect something to flourish and survive in the environment we create for it. That’s just our idea of them. Capturing fireflies in a jar, and watch them glow all night was my favourite thing to do, followed by really dismal mornings when they died.
Things like these, could only guarantee a moment’s happiness and not eternal. Our lives are extinguished in the very act of looking for a moment’s happiness in everything that we possibly can. Bitterest truths.
Infinite boulevard 