There are a few things more powerful than a raging fire.
Fire destroys without prejudice or discretion.
The need to burn bright is all consuming.
Whatever is in the path of the fire is consumed.
Used as fuel in the path of the ongoing flame.
On its quest for survival.
Without fuel the fire dies.
Quenched. Starved. The flame dies.
The rage of the fire is bridled.
Such is your own capacity for life and success and achieving wildly ambitious dreams.
The raging flame inside you dies when you stop feeding it.
When you decide that you don’t have enough courage to continue on.
Your flame spiders dies out. Your light extinguished.
Your path towards victory darkened.
And so it must be that your flame demands inspiration.
Motivated by the stories of those gone on ahead of you.
When fed your flame is a raging fire of conquest.
And you cannot be stopped. You cannot be vanquished.
Your flame cannot be put out.
And so when asked how you might achieve the valiant conquests ahead of you, look not at what you might do.
Purpose instead how you hot must burn.
How brightly you might endeavor to live.
Burn on, my friend.