A simple life should be easy to obtain, but ironically with you it was harder to achieve.
Society screams that we are never enough. That we are merely the numbers and statistics assigned to us, and that we are the sum of our actions. That we need to fit within the parameters that have been set for us. But I see that everyone has a forgotten gift in the form of a flame within. The flame enclosed in a simple box of desire and passion. Where is yours? Will you ever allow yourself to open that box and live a life of simplicity within your own unique definition of happiness? Or will you allow the world to sit on top of it, living according to the ways it tells you to build your world?
God gave me a blessing. He gave me one more creature with a simple box of desire and passion that was thriving to open just like mine. We connected, we bonded, and ultimately we opened and shared a piece of our boxes. We called this love. I found curiosity in his flame then fell deeply for it: the radiance, the strength, the essence… its everything.
My flame became his and his my own. All I saw was a fire. All I saw was the potential of growth when the two of us would come together.
But the capacity of our flames varied too vastly. I suppressed my large heart, desire, passion, my everything, to fit into a small candle jar…when in reality I was radiating with so much more than what he was made of. He didn’t understand me, he didn't understand my core, because I was so much more than he could ever understand.
I desired to push that society sitting on my box off. While he asked that society sitting on his box to stay. He joined in with society, screaming at me to live under the world’s limited definition of happiness. Continuously pouring water to burn my fire out little by little…and my flame became smaller and weaker. I let him because I loved him. Because of the potential.
I desired to push that society sitting on my box off. While he asked that society sitting on his box to stay. He joined in with society, screaming at me to live under the world’s limited definition of happiness. Continuously pouring water to burn my fire out little by little…and my flame became smaller and weaker. I let him because I loved him. Because of the potential.
However what was I supposed to do when even the love and bond I shared began to hinder? What was I supposed to do when he suddenly realized I was made up of so much more than he could hold onto…when he saw the reality that he was smothering my fire. My purpose as a completely different flame was of a different world than his. We were two flames that could never collaborate to become one and grow. Rather, I would become smaller until I became just like him, a candle flame.
He is more beautiful as a candle light and I am more beautiful as a bonfire.
