Life loves Death, it endlessly journeys to meet it. A journey undertaken is seldom finished, a journey stumbled upon is given an ending. Why are we so fickle? We blunder through our lives like clumsy fools until one day the dampened fire within us is extinguished forever.
The wings of fire are clipped before one takes his first flight, the embers are doused before they have a chance to burn. Do we LIVE or EXIST? Life is a journey on an endless road towards its love and enroute we come across many crossroads, where we have to choose or do we? We only have an illusion of choice, what we come across in reality is a crossroad with No Entry signs on all roads except one. Why is the inner fire so unwanted? Why is dynamism, the hunger to prove oneself, the desire to change dismissed with disdain as mere frivolity?
Fuego Humedecido…the dampened fire is the order of the day, we have all become caged tigers. The power useless, the grace chained. But we have to stand up suddenly. We must burn together like matchsticks, even if for a short while let us mortals burn with all our glory.