Crazy Awesome

While submerged in which small fire to put out first, comfort seems to whisper the most unreasonable approach.

Let them all burn, let progress follow it's path, and allow fate and chance an opportunity to indulge. Logically, that's ridiculous, attacking a small fraction is better than it expanding.

Let the fire burn, the way it's course is intended to. Selfishly, my thought is to extinguish anything that becomes remotely close. It'll invades my personal space and in my mind, this is my spot, I've earned it.

Observe all of the surroundings, not just the fire that burns. When they ignite, the scattered inferno became unified and uniformed. However, seeing things as a whole, the fire has now contained itself, a controlled burn. That rage became tame.

That same fire that instills fear, at one point shed light. I have to remind myself, as a child, when we wanted something bad enough, we'd believe with passion, no matter the outcome. I'll take the heat, as I'm standing in the kitchen...