As I watch the sky change it's seasons remind me of a simple jester that each life has a flame that burns from within. This flame is the spark of their hearts. This flame is the desires that all man face. This flame lights the way so that many may find hope.
Every now and then one of those flames die out, but even with the death of one flame another is lit. There are times when one flame might spark brighter then the rest. Those are the flames that fuel the passion for others.
Each flame has it's own desire as well as value. Each bit of light cast shadows onto the rest. A flame that burns brighter then the rest will always die out sooner. When a flame dies darkness has a way of creeping in.
One human can watch over many flames. One human can replace a flame that has died with a new one. The answers of life is as simple as the flame that dances around our hearts.