my brother once said to me "women are like fireworks. once up in the sky, they're beautiful and bright. but one wrong decision in life and they're gone in an instant."

so maybe- instead of describing women as fireworks, why not describe life as a firework?

the initial spark of life, the journey upwards, the explosion of color, and the oh so quick ending.

when the firework is first lit, no one knows what to expect. when humans are born, no one knows what to expect- we love to say we do, but we don't. at all.

the fireworks' journey upwards. the seemingly endless flight upwards. the human evolution. the many obstacles and experiences effecting each person. each spark.

the explosion. the best part of it all. the part everyone looks forward to. the feeling of happiness of waiting for it to explode- the anticipation and wondering of how it'll be- the experience of being successful, happy, and free to do anything you put your mind to.

the big, bright, beautiful, colorful individual. the grand reveal of the wondrous moment.

the slow falling of the sparks, the colors fainting into the dark night sky. the time coming to an end- the time of life. the time of love and light. all good things must come to an end eventually. every good firework show has it's grand finale

so don't let life dim your sparkle. your life. ignite it. let yourself free. let out your inner

firework.



-RB