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27.9.20 11:25 pm
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A spark is the start of it all. It's matter turned into energy; form turned back into substance.

Most of us fail to understand how much it takes to create a spark.

Though it's no flame.

No bonfire.

No supernova.

A spark is the start of it all. It's matter turned into energy; form turned back into substance.

If you take a match, in it's simplest form, you find yourself holding an odd sitck of wood. And though the match's sole purpose is to create a spark, it is not it. You do not have a stack of unlit flames in your pocket, sitting there, waiting for you to light a cigarette. A match is matter. Inert, still, but holding a promise.

If you take that same match and strike it, you obtain a flame. Simple enough. But was it you that created the flame, that summoned the energy? Of course not. It was there all along. What was a simple piece of stick becomes a weapon strong enough to burn bridges.

See? The argumentative is not to define the line between what is matter and what is energy. Both are ends of one and only spectrum. As is everything. Without white, there can't be black. Without indifference, there can't be love. Without form, there is no substance.

And you, in all of this?

Are you the match or are you the flame? If we lived in a binary world, of course it would imply a choice. You'd have to be one of two options. But spectrums are of another nature, not infinite, but complete. You, of course, share their nature. You are not still like the match and not volatile and chaotic like the flame. You are the symphony that orchestrates the instrument into music.

It is when you stop imposing on yourself the responsibility, or say, the burden of life that you start experimenting it all. Nothing is made to be permanent. You won't outlive your own story; and it, won't outlive ours.

What is to be made of all of this is that if you are said to orchestrate the music of life, you would start to study music, it's beauty and it's pattern because that's how the human mind works. We analyse and categorize chaos into beauty. We pursue perfection, never achieving it. But what is studying art without creating? And what is creation without novelty?

No one asks of us that we create. It is innate to us. As the flame awaits within the match, creation awaits in our mindsouls. And if the purpose of a match is to be lit, so is yours. The only thing that differentiates you from the match is the kind of fire you create. But as the match can create bonfires. The human mind can spread too. It can light revolutions, spark inventions, summon universes.

And in this precise instant. We all become drops in the same ocean. If you are like us, you'd like to set sail in it. Explore it all. And if behind every skull there is a different garden, who would we be to refrain one's flowers to bloom?

Most of us fail to understand how much it takes to create a spark.

Though it's no flame.

No bonfire.

No supernova.

Not yet, anyway.

We will be the ones to fill in the blank.