A moth is tapping at my window. There’s light in here, and outside is dark, so he wants in.
Stupid creature. There’s nothing for him here. He’ll starve and die.
His life and freedom are outside. But it’s dark and scary out there.
Isn’t that the way for us? We pursue bright lights, but then we get trapped by our own lust for glamour. We lose the freedom to be found in facing difficulty and persevering through the darkness.
The moth wants to get out of the dark. But he doesn’t know that the light here is artificial. It will disappear in an instant at my whim.
If only he were brave enough to persevere through the night, he would see that when the dawn comes, the true light, the constant light, will be there waiting for him.