Beginnings are like the first time a candle is lit. Suddenly a flame appears. A strong, bright and wonderful flame. The flame has a long journey until the end. During this period of time, it finds happiness, love, peace… But there are times when there are storms, lightning, thunder… obstacles that make this fantastic journey a path full of mud. However the flame still burns the thin rope. Unfortunately a history always has an end, an uncontrollable end. Endings are like a flame that has no more rope to burn and finally touches the wax while it melts.
Rachel M.R