To live in the shade for fear of sunburn is almost like not living at all. You can stand outside of the fire; and the warmth will feel as a blanket on your being. Step closer and it becomes hot...closer and it becomes pain...closer and it burns. Still closer yet, you go up in flames. Stay, and you will be consumed, go and you will be scarred. There is another side of this story, however. The fire needs fuel, or it will slowly burn, and the embers will turn to ash. No one will feel the warmth of its glow, no one will see the beauty of its dance, nor hear the sound of its song. It will not bring heat to the cold and weary; light to the dark and lost. It will never live again. People must give their lives so that we may benefit as a whole. Find a fire that you believe must continue, and give yourself. Maybe it's a person, maybe it's an instrument, or maybe it's an idea. Be it as it may, when you give freely of yourself, you will find great peace, and you will find great love. The kind of love that transcends our language and exists beyond this place of Aristotelian thisness. It will draw wonderful people into your life, and it will lift you up. You will live long, and you will know joy.
Spatter
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