Fire

Ever wonder where that fire goes? That one that burns inside of you. The one that keeps your eye on the prize. The one that makes you step that extra step, and take the plunge. The desire. The hunger. The drive?

When there is nothing left, and you are at the bottom. Do you come back? Do you have one of those crystalizing moments when suddenly everything becomes so clear? OR... Do you fall. Do you crumble? Do you take the weight of the world on your shoulders and sink? It's the times when we are the most challenged that we find the most out about ourselves.

It's in the times of trouble and turmoil that we cannot see the end. But that does not mean that the end is not there. We travel on our paths for so long and we set standards for ourselves to live by. We get shaken. We get rattled. Sometimes we get rocked to the very core of what we are.

It's in those moments that our fires burn brightest. They feed off of the fuel that surrounds it. They spur into new life. Some turn to hate. Others revenge. Some give. Some take. Some awaken as if for the first time and live life as a newborn. When you are at the bottom you can only go in one direction.

The cold fire of our existence lights our paths for us. The fire within us consumes the paths around us. I am not defeated. I have yet to start.