My life is full of darkness.
In a dry land, I am lost. No lights, no walls. Just sand—flowing in every direction—and at the horizon is the night sky, offering no comfort. Morning will never come. I almost feel more content in it. It’s a scary surrounding but at the same time, it’s what I’m used to surviving and living in. I believe even with you in my life I will still be surrounded by darkness. I don’t believe one person can change that. Not even you.
But when you are in the middle of the desert and there are no stars in the sky—one candle flickering can light up enough for one to find their way. I don’t need the sun to be up for me to continue going. I only need one candle. Not one person can turn on the light in my life, but one person can assist in making the journey easier by allowing a lighted guidance.
A flickering candle can be blown out by so many factors: lack of oxygen, a blow of the warm dry wind…so many odds going against one little light. Once the flame is out it’s gone for good. No more matches, no lighter. The candle windless down with every second it burns. The wax drips upon the skin, burning, blistering, but providing a comforting sting. Even when the candle burns out—will I still go on? I may never find the end of the desert. I may be lost forever. I may die from starvation or malnutrition.
Yet, if I stop, I will die. Alone. No one will even know my presence in this world. No one would be affected by my actions; no one would mourn my loss. There’s always that choice: stop or keep going. What would you choose? Would you continue your search—for the light?