" I remember..."

           "I remember!” *bang**gunshot*.  The man was shot dead just as he was about to remember. Remember what, you ask? Why, it could have been anything. We can simply speculate. He could have remembered that he had to go grocery shopping. He could have remembered that he had a long-lost brother. He could have remembered that his birthday was yesterday. Or even worse, he could have remembered that his wife’s birthday was yesterday.  He could have remembered the word that he was always thinking of but always seemed to forget. He could have remembered that he was always forgetting everything and that he should write down the important thing that he had just remembered.

            

          The question arises as to why he was shot. Police had caught the murderer and conducted a ‘thorough’ interrogation. Apparently the killer had sworn that he had lost all his memory and was then acquitted through the insanity clause of the US Supreme Court. But that’s not important.  The man’s death had been pre-arranged by the Russian mafia, although no one knew why they would go to such lengths to kill an ordinary citizen. Even the mafia claim that they don’t remember the reason. The man had no records of criminal activity, no records of extreme wealth. He had not been known to be smarter than the average bloke, let alone of worth to the mafia. Doctors claim that he even had an extremely rare case of Alzheimer’s, concocted at the ripe age of forty, which is why he supposedly couldn't remember anything. 

            

          The people of his town proceeded to encase the man in a coffin, and carried him to a church to perform his funeral. However, when they got there, they all realized that no one remembered the man’s name. Already in a state of disarray, the people were mortified when the lid of the coffin slid open, and the man stepped out, in an exquisite suit.

“The name’s Bond. James Bond.”

Fire

       Fire most definitely eradicates. It incinerates everything that it caresses. It leaves nothing behind but ashes. It is a common conception that fire is extinguished when water sputters it out or it runs out of material to devour. That couldn't be further than the truth. Fire never "goes out". It is always alive, within each and every living being.

Fire is what drives you to do something, nay, fire is the drive. Desires would simply remain desires if there was no fire to give life to them. Actions that we do are a result of the fire inside us. We never realize it; like puppets of society we believe that our desires are the only cause of action. Rather, desires fuel the fire within us. Fire is the essence of us. It is what makes us alive, makes us do what we do, makes us experience what we experience. It is there through thick and thin. It never leaves us alone. It constitutes us, from the time that we are little Charmanders to when we gain enough experience to evolve into Charizards. It has the answer to every solution. It is everything you need it to be, but the most important thing that it is: it is inside. We just have to find it.

If you do, you will realize that it doesn't matter if the fires outside of you diminish, and you can't see any light around you. You don't need other fires; you have your own. You can do anything that you put your mind to, because you have your own fire. You are your own light. Thus, you can fulfill your desires, whether it is to improve yourself, accomplish a goal, or make something. Whatever it is, it is change. It is a creation, as a result of your fire. Who said that fire only razes? On the contrary, Fire brings into existence whatever you wish, with your cooperation. Your Fire is your best friend. Your coach. Your most devoted assistant.

Fire is Heat.
Fire is Energy.
Fire is Strength.

Fire is Life.