Turn on a
candle and leave it on a table, away from any disturbance and you will see the
flame dancing, changing, getting bigger and smaller without any apparent
reason. However, there is always a flux of air we do not notice, something that
is pushing the fire.
I am that
flame, burning, changing, being pushed. Every person we meet and everything we
do will change us. But, is the candle still burning when it is surrounded by
melted wax? I am a candle ready for everything and anything will turn off my
flame, because
I am alive
