I realized today that people are either moths or flames.
Most people are moths: they are irresistibly attracted to the lives of others. They cluster around the lives of those that are flames, basking in the warm glow of their lives and their existences, which at some fundamental level they substitute for their own. In fact, they are so entranced by the lives of others that they build their lives around them to the point that their interests, their live, their thoughts are merely the imitation of the flames that they dance about.
But a few people are flames: they burn brightly with the light of inner achievement and activity. They are not overly entranced with the lives of others; instead they are comfortable with the fact that they can define their own interests and desires, not have to adopt them whole cloth from the lives of others. They may be bold or subtle, bright or subdued, but they definitely - in their own way - light up the night.
I suppose at some point in life we are either one or the other, either drawn to the lives of others in imitation or burning brightly for ourselves. Arguably we should always seek to achieve more the status of flame and less the status of a moth.
Why? Because when we are so entranced by the flames of our lives that we do not pay attention to how close we are getting to them - and so we are consumed by them.