Go within every day and find
the inner strength so that the world
will not blow out your candle.
Until today, I had not considered the courage of the candle but mindfulness does not lack for opportunity.
I never thought about being a candle in the wind—I see myself as having more energy than a flame—once again, I miss the point.
It is not so much about burning brightly, although there is that. I don’t want to be subject to the whim of wick or wind. Well, I am.
Consider the courage of the candle. Once lit, the flame burns its way to the end of its wick, no matter how many times the wind interrupts.
How is it my life any different? Do I not live by wick and wind?
These days I read my computer’s screen by candlelight not out of necessity but out of preference. It flames close enough to shadow my keyboard, respectful of the air conditioner’s vent.
Neither wick nor wind is sufficient to stay the world. Some days, there is not enough of either. Still, I have laid in a good supply.