We ache for passion in our lives.
The strike of a match to feel transcendent beauty dance to the beat inside.
To look inside the box is futile.
Captivation there has already burned and left us.
Is it best to turn our eyes toward the Bic?
It may dance the same way. Longer even.
But maybe just the pressure of the thumb to ignite the one thing each being looks for but never finds is just too easy.
Maybe for worse, it burns to bright and too long for the feeling to really unlock the true potency of this feeling.
Maybe this question is best answered with a Zippo?
The flame sways with the same amount of delicacy, but it burns quicker.
In the worse case, it does toughen our hide to actually unleash the flame.
It even requires a toll of pain and getting used to the burn to truly capture it.
Our aches deceive us.
It's true that the future is paved with light and flames eternal, but that path was started with a simple stick.
What if, for a moment, we glanced back into the box.
Strike one more match.
Watch the fire once more.
It dances and sways with every pump of our hearts.
The soul escapes if only for a moment into true tranquil and existential eloquence.
The aroma makes our blood boil with nostalgia of every time we were lit.
Then, as the song ends and the flicker fades, remains the box.
A box filled with constant sparks of the curious thing we would all burn for just to see burn again.
For better or for worse is an interesting phrase.
New doesn't mean either, but it does tend to blindfold us from the dance waiting to be seen each day.
For better or for worse, always look back to where you've once been, and always remember the best as if it'll never be in front of you again.
For better or for worse, flip open your match cover and see that there are always more sparks to escape through because they come from a story. From you.
For better or worse, love every moment your heart was ignited, and your soul elevated higher than God himself.
The people and things that allows us to find that in ourselves is such a rare commodity that some never find.
They make you better, and when the worst finds you, grip tight.
Spark again.
