Fireplace

Life is a huge irony by itself. We know that we'll die one day yet we wanna live each and every one of it. There are times when we hope the end will come sooner and during the others, we'd just pray that it'll never come. No matter where the finishing line is, the process is undeniably the most important. Whether you're the slow warm fire giving warmth and light behind the fireplace or you're the quick, bright but short-lived fireworks during New Year's Day, we all only live life once. To many, I'm like fireworks bursting loads of life in short span of times and then die off but I see myself as more of the long warm fire searching for the right fireplace to house myself. There are occasional sparks when a new part of the wood starts to burn but this fire will stay warm for a long time.

The fireplace feels right but whether it can take the heat from the fire waits to be seen. Some adjustments need to be made regarding the amount of logs to create a nice fire and the amount of oxygen needed but as long as the fireplace can accommodate the fire, these things will smoothen itself out.

This may not seem like I'm waxing lyrical or to be as enthusiastic as I am about my job. It's one of those things that just before you fall asleep, you take that long deep breathe and smile to yourself, knowing life is simply wonderful. There's no need to go on and on because it would get tiring after 2 mins. It's savouring the bits of it that makes it interesting. Must say - Very intriguing. Gives the extra significance to "where have you been all my life?" than pure humour. The implication is so complicated yet straightforward. It's plain austere warmth incapable of further elaboration. You don't need a reason to keep the fire burning. It's natural.

Sounds like a good time for a tight snuggle and neck rub.