March Madness and Freedom
- Koreena Lopez
- Mar 31, 2022
- 1 min read
Pressure.
The smoke is leaving me. I see it and I want to keep seeing it, but I can't. I can, but I can't. There it is again, but it vanishes so fast. It's reminding me of how quickly our lives pass. Here today, gone tomorrow. And in the infinite amount of time that has been, is, and will be, this tiny moment of "X" amount of years of a persons' life really is just but a few seconds of smoke before it fades.
Fire is so beautiful and we are so captivated by it. Fireworks in the sky. Glistening stars at night. Candles dancing on the wall. Campfire radiance. The sun ablaze and the million reflections of light on the water. Captivating, couldn't escape if you tried. Captivating, needing it. Captivating, basking in admiration and awe. It's something you have to love from a distance. It's something you cannot touch without consequences. It's something so necessary, yet so dangerous. Fire is something you have to learn how to safely function around, and something you have to learn to handle with precaution. Especially if it blows up or runs rampantly. But what do we do when that happens? What now?
Leave it alone to react and cause reactions. Let it be. Let it destroy and strip everything to its foundations. Let it beautify as it spoils. Let it flame until embers remain. Dim neon orange and smoke. Let it go. Down to nothing. Wiped from existence. And then?
Something new is coming. Right over the ashes once viewed/used as war paint/memento territory and ruins.
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