A Force of Nature

I'm sorry that you flew too close to the light, what did you think would happen? Did you think you would just get to feel warm without burning a wing? It wasn't me, it was you. I was born to be a candle, you glittery little moth.

I am but a light source. It was your instincts that drew you in. I did not beckon you, nor did I light up specifically for you. I was already there. You were seeking the light, as we naturally do.

In the past I may have dimmed a little, so you could sit longer. Now I shine at my fullest capacity, a single candle with the power of 1000. You can step into the light, become it, and sit beside me. Or you can stay a moth.

I get it, it's scary. Sacrificing an old form, a way of life that is all you've ever known. Just know that if you choose to stay, and you fly too close... your wings are going to burn and you'll be transformed anyway.

Do the work, take only what is given... keep your distance from mouthwatering light energies that look so good you could just pluck them and eat them...your saliva will extinguish me, and I'll burn your tongue on my way out.

Be your own light source. Glow next to me. That is all I am trying to show you.

Maybe what they say is true, about the brightest lights burning out the quickest. But who's to say our life expectancy isn't a silly human construct anyway? The stars shine, far beyond their death.