Life is like a flame
Sometimes I think about all the things in the world and how truly mysterious everything is. We ourselves are a complete mystery, how we think and how a small action can change someone or something else. How the smallest thing can make us happy. A single smile can light up a room. Have you ever seen a small child's eyes the way they look at everything without a worry in the world? They smile and cry and laugh, just like we do. To see that innocence, joy and happiness through their small eyes, and spark that flame of live in every one of us. They say that if you look someone in the eyes and they look in yours you can see each other’s soul. Then why do so many look away. But the eyes of a child are full of curiosity you can't look away. To hold that feeling would we find a little light of the mystery within ourselves? Waiting for that single spark to light the many candles that await the smallest hint of a flame. I wonder if we will be able to light them all. Personally i hope not all of them, after all mysteries and questions are interesting and adventurous. What is life without them?
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