Death coming closer every second that passes.
And yet here we are dancing our little dance around the fires of endless worries.
Not stopping to awe at its glorious light.
Instead seeing the char and the fumes and the destruction.
Instead of the warmth and birth of commune to our lonely souls.
We spend so much time fretting.
Trying to please the shadows.
We forget that they possess none but darkness.
You cannot control whether the darkness will come to the light.
Whether a shadow will come forward, on its own, to embrace the embers of a human heart.
So faint at the get go but as it is fed it can become a powerful force.
We can only control ourselves in this life.
We have but only one match.
One flame. One fire.
We should choose to burn so bright that those in the dark yearn to join us.
Be so brave. So courageous. So triumphant through our downfalls.
That those who have nothing left but an empty silhouette.
Are forced to see that they are so much more.
That there is so much more.
And that the more is not impossible to reach.
There will always be an opposer.
There will always be obstacles.
There will always be devastation.
There will always be abandon.
Be the difference.
The change.
The light.
Be not afraid of your own fiery greatness.
And help those around you embrace their own.
The light of a fire can either warm or destroy.
The choice is always your own.
