Threshold

Entry 17 – Flaming Page

Tonight, I stared long at a simple sketch of a campfire – nothing more than a few lines and a small flame drawn in pencil.

Yet something about it felt strangely alive, like an ember waiting for breath.

And that’s why the picture resonated with me: because sometimes the fire inside the heart burns too hot to stay hidden.

It searches for an outlet, a witness, somewhere safe to land, without fear of getting dimmed.

There are nights when carrying that fire feels heavy –

the ideas,

the dreams,

the meditations,

the quiet longings that press against the ribs, demanding space and relieve.

On those nights, when your fire feels like it’s glowing from the inside, ignite a page as well.

Let the ink be your oxygen.

Let the paper be the ground where you trace woods and make flames rise without fear.

A fire drawn is still a fire imagined.

A fire written is a fire becoming.

Even a tiny flame on paper can light an entire world if it comes from a passionate place within you.

This little sketch feels magical – the way it flickers softly, the way it looks like it could leap from the page at any second.

Because imagination never stays flat.

Passion never entirely behaves.

And dreams, once sparked, have a way of insisting on becoming real.

Hence tonight, be reminded of something unique: whether the world sees it or not, some flames are meant to live.

Even in impossible places.

Even on paper.

Especially inside you.

Let your inner fire breathe.

Let it illuminate.

Let it burn quietly, fiercely and honestly.

Until your pen is bleeding and the page glows too.