Grabbing For Moths

There was a moth in my living room last night. Not one of those big wooly ones, one of the tiny guys. For a seemingly awkward, fluttering creature it was extremely elusive and it took my attention for a time. It was like good design the way it changed direction the very instant I grabbed for it. It was fun for a time and then it got tedious. In the end I chose to ignore it because I am bigger than a moth.

I compare the moth to creativity because, well, that's my area of interest. If I were a lawyer I'd probably be relating the moth to other things like what crims have come up with lately to make their lives interesting, or what other litigators are doing with their lives. If my culinary skills extended beyond anything other than a bowl of Fruit Loops or cheese dogs I'd be looking at what chefs are creating to challenge themselves. So I look at a broad range of art that people find interesting because I suppose I'm interested in being interesting occasionally as well. And some stuff makes you wonder if some people grabbed for the moth and missed. Or maybe they don't even know about the moth. Or maybe they do have the moth cupped in their hand and I'm just not noticing. It's a quagmire wrapped up in a conundrum.

This morning the moth has gone to wherever moths go when they're not being grabbed at. I should check the closet but I know I won't. It'll be back on its own. And I'll be grabbing for it.

I hate design.