The spark that hides within me has always glowed brightly, leading me to new places on my journey and still keeping me alive. That spark is now fading to a dull orange quite the difference from the red and blue flame that drove me to heights I never thought id achieve.
I suppose all our flames burn out eventually, its sad that something once so vibrant and alive now sits in there waiting to be snuffed out in the last blink of an eye. I have thought of the flame as a soul. Everyone is born with one and we control the volume of the flame.
At its peak, the flame cannot be put out. It has a life of its own always one step ahead of us leading as we follow watching as it glows brighter than any star in the heavens. It's then we are at the pinnacle of our journey when everything that matters is with us and nothing can harm or destroy our goals that have been reached.
Then kind of without warning we notice the once-mighty flame is dimming We try to bring it up a notch or two but the effort isn’t within us like it once was when youth ruled. So we adjust and settle for the amber glow within us content with who we are. We marvel at the children whose flames are hot with years and years of fuel left to keep it burning. They don’t realize yet how numbing it is to watch as your glow reverts to a spark where it will remain until you close your eyes for the very last time releasing your eternal flame forever.
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