There is a flame.
It exists in every single one of us.
It represents who we are.
No two flames are alike.
Some are more easily seen.
More vibrant.
Some flicker too fast for our eyes to pick up on.
Some are orange.
Some, yellow.
Maybe even blue.
What makes these flames so magnificent is the fact that they will always stay lit.
Until the body that holds the flame works no more.
It acts as a vital sign.
When the flame becomes so dim, and the body that holds it so weak, we know that soon it will be almost as if a drop of water consumed the flame, until it was no more.
In our lives, we see so many flames, whether they are big or small, bright or dim.
What all of our flames have in common is the fact that they are us.
We spend our lives trying to look in the mirror and see our flame.
We tend to disregard everyone else's flame until something drastic catches our self-absorbed attention, whether it good or bad.
As humans, we see death and life, wealth and poverty, gluttony and hunger.
But, what is it that we do?
Not much.
At all.
We focus on our own selves too often to notice those around us, those that cry out for our help.
And what is it that happens?
Their flames eventually die out, like ours too will do.
But do we seem to care?
No, we do not.
But we should, should we not?
Yes.
We could feed our flame, discover who we are, by exploring the unknown, helping the helpless, and remembering those whose flames have died down.
Instead, we just continue to decay and waste away while we focus on our own selves, clueless as to the fact that at any given moment, we too may have our flames extinguished.
