Imagine you are the last lone match in a worn down matchbook. The strike surface is faded, and all but difficult to light- but here you are, a spark and a flame- the last lit match. Now imagine everyone you meet is a forest. Each person a tree. Some are close to one another- others in entirely different fields. You as the match get to choose who to ignite, and just how you are going to do that? You have this great impact that can last beyond your comprehension. Some trees will blow in the wind, igniting each other, carrying your flame.
And let me tell you something you already know- that matchstick won’t last forever. Life is fleeting, it ends quickly and at times without notice. But how do we choose to impact the people we love, hate or barley know- while we are around? How do we choose to receive? Not all trees are worth igniting, some are damp and unwilling. Some are the tallest redwoods, ecstatic to burn bright and ferociously with the impact you, a little match started.
You may feel insignificant at times, but you have tremendous impact, even when you’re caught in the rain.
And when the life of the matchstick ends, at the end of its fuel, or blown out by wind.
The forest burns on.