The beautiful thing about light is it is always present, helpful, and pure, begging not for attention yet it is noticed just by existing. Just by behaving the way it does. It cannot be anything but true to itself and for that it is noticed. Maybe we have a lesson we need to learn. Maybe we too are noticed when we live true to ourselves. Blossom as we ease into our own identity, scintillating with our own style, glowing with our own wit. A product of our own experience. We need only to be true to ourselves to be noticed, present, helpful, and pure to be beautiful, begging not for attention as we ever so miraculously exist.