Relay

An idea is like a spark.
A small flame of wisdom.
Or courage. Passion.

Some see the flame as hope.
Others as a promise to themselves.
Memories of the past. Or an outline for the future.

This flame is guarded by each generation.
Then handed off to the next.
A relay race that extends forever forwards and forever backwards.

We must take the flame we are given.
We must nurture it. Shape it.
We must take the flame and run like hell.

Then one day our chest will burn, our bodies will ache, and our heartbeat will slow.
We will not be able to run anymore.
We will hand off the flame of progress to the next runner.

And they will take the flame and they will run.
They will continue the race with the spark in their hands.
The race and the fire. Both are eternal. 

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