The Battle of the Flame

There’s this nuclear reactor buried somewhere within us that teeters in dangerous red. Upon reaching that point we grasp for the shutdown, in turn snuffing out the inner radiance we are too wary to let explode outwards. Like comparing celestial themes, the stark reality of it all is that some people just shine brighter than others; garner more attention, are generally more charismatic, or are just plain irresistible for a smattering of reasons. The question lies in whether to douse out your flame and keep equilibrium in darkness, so as not to upset the meridian line we so achingly toe.

Though you may try, the embers will be inevitably roused, and soon the flames will consume again, and you will be forced to admit that radiance is you. Though you may cut the wick, and play down the beauty of yourself, the alchemy never lies and the chemistry unfolds none the less. You can’t transplant yourself out of your own skin for the sake of another, even if it bruises the pride or ego in the process. The reasoning why is that you only postpone the damage in never admitting what truly is. Some stars just shine brighter, complaining about it will not change the fact, and acknowledging doesn’t make the situation evil, rather it puts at ease the anxiousness we secretly harbor.

The honest truth is that people are who they are and to accept them for anything less is to deny the beauty of their spirit. That we may not be that person is quite alright, because worth is not defined in the easily accessible, but rather in the self-assurance of not needing outright affirmation. All the stars shine in their own luster, don’t fret that yours may not compare to the rest, for the beauty is in the mosaic, and each piece brings its own magnificence to the whole.