~It only takes a small spark to ignite a wildfire~
It only takes the tiniest flicker to start a raging inferno again, even if the embers were so dim they could barely be seen. It is there, inside each one of us. Sometimes life hides it from us, sometimes we hide it from ourselves, but it is always there, dormant, just waiting to be revived.
One of my favorite quotes says it best: “Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.”
It is human nature to hope, to dream. When that dies something integral to your being is lost. We have forgotten and put aside the fire of our youth, settled into life as we know it now. Citizens, parents, adults and children; there is work to do, chores to take care of and errands to run. We all share the same paths though the destination is different. Some paths cross for a brief moment and others meander deep into the wilderness to give you time and space to figure out your life. People will come and go like the tide and occasionally you will find a gem among the sand as the waves wash away other tracks.
There is a coolness as you dive through the depths – we stop and hover because it feels good. You cannot hover forever in that space between the surface and the depths; you must push forward into the darkness, do not lose hope. For though we cannot see it at the moment, the light still exists. Suddenly, as if it had never been cold and dark, it springs up and encircles us. Yes it hurts at first, for when you go through the fires of life, you are being refined. The burning off of impurities is the only way to become more. If you hang onto those flaws or excuses they will ever be the card you play anytime you are confronted with stepping outside of your zone of comfort. An altogether too familiar habit for a lot of people, including myself if I’m to be perfectly honest.
We fear the burning. We burn, we burned, and we will burn again. Yes there are good fires.Often fire disposes of accumulated debris, enriching the soil by speeding nutrient recycling or retarding the growth of shrubs and grasses that would otherwise crowd out recently planted seedlings. Some of them burn deeper leaving behind blackened husks. The risk of personal ‘errosion’ is the same as the land when a severe burning has happened. It is not a time to mourn, but rather a time to begin planting anew, so that we do not fall to the first storm to come our way.
Now with all that said it is a brutal process, you feel lost, helpless off balance. These are our times of greatest struggle and greatest fear. But it isn’t brave if you aren’t scared right? That is when you must grasp ahold of the flaming spear and thrust it deep into the wound to be cauterized. Are you strong enough?
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
~Dune – Frank Herbert~
We let these fears keep us from cleansing the wound, from replanting after the damage is done. Why do we do this? We let ourselves be immobilized. Frozen and staring as we are burned into cinders. Now is the time, here is the place to stand back up on your feet again and start walking. You will only see destruction if you look at the surface – which is where the fear exists. Take a breath, let go and take the plunge today. Step out of your comfort zone, change the world, do something new; lets set this world on FIRE!!!