Do what you do best.

Twilight. The sun had set in streaks of apricot. A cool breeze had come to life and was whispering among the meadow grasses and Black-Eyed Susans. Finnegan was walking his human, looking for the perfect spot to, well, you know, do his business. But as he trotted along an embankment where his favorite patch of Baby's Breath grew and the fuzzy Bumbles liked to roam for pollen, his ears pitched forward at a softer than soft sound. He stopped short. His human froze and whispered, "What is it?"
He gave her a smile over his shoulder before pointing his nose to the edge of the embankment.
"Look down there."
She  tiptoed forward and peeked over into the dark ravine where she could hear water rippling over stones below. And then she saw it. A blink. And then another. A fresh burst of cricket chorus rose into the air and suddenly the world was lit up with dozens of tiny green sparks; the way her hands swooshing through the waters of the Gulf of Mexico could stir up phosphorescence at night.
"Oh!"
"Yes. Marvelous aren't they?"
She looked down at him, and he was thrilled to see her eyes filled with wonder.
"Fireflies! Finnie, I haven't seen fireflies since I was a tiny person! I forgot how lovely it is to watch them."
"They want you to watch them. Didn't you know? The night is their stage. They keep hoping at least one human will stop and watch and understand."
"Understand what?"
"That this is what matters most. Allowing yourself to do what you do best. Stop chasing things that don't really matter. Just do what you do best. You don't see fireflies trying to be birds. Or butterflies. Or Peacocks. They're fireflies. It's simple. They do what they do best. And they create beauty for the rest of us to enjoy."
"We humans are pretty crazy, huh?"
"You don't need to tell me that. But you do make awfully swell snacks."
They watched the lights dancing and flickering, at one point she swore they did an impression of  The Wave. After a bit, Finnegan tugged on the leash. He really needed to go. So they ambled along to a place where prying fireflies could not see and point and giggle. He took care of his business. Then she took care of his business. And then they wandered home in a swirl of cricket song and bright lights and breezes. And she thought how right the little Corgi was. Do what you do best and you'll be more spectacular than when you try to do something that doesn't fit. Wanting to be a peacock doesn't make you a more impressive firefly.