Chapter 1
The moth flying towards the lone flame is an image that conjures in our mind foolishness. But for me it's a worthy sacrifice.
Lost in the dark, with no guidance we move in search for meaning. Much like the moth, lost. There is no goal to strive for that worth the trouble. In other words, No flame that's worth burning for.
There are distractions, they come in plenty. Noises. The latest trends lull us to sleep. A constant barrage of perfect beauty or absolute despair. They will either have you lost in the fantasies of another or push you into the deepest darkness of your own mind.
Whether it be a fantasy that blinds you from reality or a deep darkness that keeps you blind...the question still remains.
Have you found your flame?
Is it worth burning for ?
The fire that burns away all the plastic smiles and the pretty dreams of grandeur, the fire that lights that path of darkness that you lost your way on.
Like a boat towards the lighthouse, you will move. But this light does not promise you safety, it promises you purpose. There is no reward or punishment guaranteed.
The only certainty? The belief that the flame that you burn for is worth your being.
So I ask myself often, have I found my flame?
