Fireworks

There were fireworks off in the distance tonight. Not long after dark reared its head, I could hear bothersome popping from a large gathering. Some block party or end-of-summer BBQ, perhaps...

Symbolism, really. Not just under the guise of interrupting the peace of an evening, but symbolic to excitement among dull contentment. Please join me, and really analyse this fireworks scenario with me.

If the night is, in fact, mere contentment, and fireworks are, in fact, symbolic to excitement and abrupt change, what have I gotten myself into? Instead of security and ease, I'm substituting dangerous explosions and abrupt volatile and flighty instances? On the same level, I'm too young to 'settle', but too old and experienced to live a fickle and erratic lifestyle. I crave security, but I want to be a child again.

...I guess *true* fireworks only live for an instant. :/