We are like candles burning in solitude to light up the darkness we are in and feel trapped, or be placed on a holder that connects our light with each other to shine beyond the grim.
But eventually, we’ll all burn down.
Be it the spark of romance, the fire of friendship, or the stove of family; everything will burn out and melt away. The hand of God may place a new illumination in the void that’s been left by the previous candle, or oil that brings light…
… But always we must be contented with being the candle holder, while we strive to be the flame.
