Matches and Love

Life and love are like matches and flame. We burn so hard for them, yet they fitter and extinguish themselves on the brink of their creation. We can never hold on to anything eternally. We fret and blow to keep the embers burning, letting the match smolder until it touches our fingers. We eventually feel the pain of our trials. We eventually have to let go. We drop the tarnished match into oblivion, letting it be just another testament of how our love will never be complete. The pain will always be there to remind us of the previous and warn against the future. We will henceforth not bear to withstand the same pains we went through before and therefore protect ourselves from it. Will anyone ever love as fiercely as they did the first time?

In essence, we must all taste this flame. This is our journey to become complete. What we are becoming complete for, that is yet to be determined. This does not negate the fact that the first flame always burns the brightest and the hottest. We stare it right down to our torched fingertips, grimacing at the look of the flame as it burns away our prints on this world. We can smell the burning flesh and it does not deter us. It is only until someone tells us to let go that we finally release.

To anyone looking for love, and to anyone trying to figure out love, the greatest realization is that of letting go. The future will happen with you, or without you. The flame that you try so hard to care for will eventually burn out. The true task of love is excepting this. You must sit back and wish, hope that the wind will once again rekindle the spark. You may find that this spark ignites other flames or the one that was once thought to be lost.

So keep your fingers closed and you breath shallow. Let anything you have going on inside out, because how knows when the flames of the match will burn out forever.