How can I be famous?

I am nothing more than a drifter, never around often or longer enough to be known. It’s not that I haven’t tried. Like a moth I am drawn to the bright places that spark my interest, and then, just like the moth, once I reach my destination the spark dies. I want to stay, to grow, to become a part of that light that first called to me, but without that spark it becomes too difficult to stay around those who shine. I let the wind carry me away so I may rekindle my flame away from the effervescent glow of others. Soon I will have strength to visit again and the cycle will start anew.