What a beautiful thing, the way it dances about. I've always been a bit jealous, envious even, of it. No restraints. No boundaries. Nothing holding it back. Beautiful, powerful, and deadly. Free and captivating. But also scared and alone.
Think about a candle, the way the wick burns as the fire latches onto it. Beautiful as it kills the thing keeping it alive. The fire does the only thing it's ever known how to do, burn. But let's stop for a moment.
Moderation, a slice instead of a whole. Think about the saying 'Everything is good in moderation.' It couldn't be more true. Sweets, Happiness, Pain, Fun, Desperation, Love, Fire. Moderation is getting close enough to bask in the heat of the warm glow, but far enough away you don't jeopardize yourself to getting burned. It's listening and watching as the water falls over the edge, but never jumping after it.
Back to the point though, fire, cunning, witty, beautiful, dangerous. People are like fire, smart, pretty and hurtful. But the difference is fire is uncontrollable and only because it doesn't know better or is scared. We, well, we are always scared and we end up burning the people we care most about by trying to keep them from touching our flames.
But the way we relate most of all is when our wick runs out, our fire dies. Because we all know this we try to burn the brightest, only finishing our wicks quicker. Everyone has a blazing light in them, show it to people sometimes, will you? 'Cause you only have one.
