All we are, is dust in the wind dude.
From ashes we came, to ashes we will return, why not in the mean time, try to spark something?
Why should we be ashamed of the light we exude if we are all responsible for lighting each other’s way.
No light, no matter how great or small, is without importance.
We’re all in the dark somehow.
Whether it be because of doubt or uncertainty, we all need a little light.
Because before ashes are reduced to their final state, they are at one point embers.
All of us dancing in unique patterns, following the wind to our own melody.
So light a fire wherever you go, spark within another the burning drive to never quit wanting to learn and grow.
For if we are all one day reduced to ash and dust, why not help another find their way home?