Once upon a time, there was a Spark.
Full of fire and good intentions, it appeared one day in a somber world.
In that world, people were barely glowing – more like flickering embers at the edge of burnout than true light.
And over time, our Spark became exhausted, for in a world without light, she was in high demand.
Everyone reached for her – without even asking.
Until one day, the Spark decided to take matters into her own hands.
And that day, the Spark said:
“Listen to me, you weary people – each of you carries your own spark, and each of you tends your own flame.
What do you need mine for,” said the Spark, “when you already have your own?”
The people looked at her in wonder, but deep down, they knew she was right.
And from that day on, the somber world was no longer so somber, and the people were no longer running on empty.
And the Spark – she was content and supported, for she was finally shining in her own light.
Inside and out.
