Year 12, or; Bonfires

I haven't posted on this for a long time, for a good reason. I am now in year 12 and that means I should be studying. But, now I feel that I want to put some memories down on this thing, so I can look back and smile at the antics of my past self.

But here's something that might be useful later.

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When was the last time you saw a bonfire? An actual, real, bonfire. A fire made of random twigs, branches and patience, radiating heat to warm your face, while your back freezes. Watching the flames dance on the wood, as it slowly shrivels.

Humanity was born through fire. Fire was the one tool that humanity uniquely wielded; even Greek legend states that ‘fire from the gods’ was what made us special. And fire was a truly wondrous thing. It gave light and warmth, but it also killed and destroyed. It was eternally hungry, and no matter how powerful it is, it eventually dies. Strong, yet fragile; like life itself. No, it would be more correct to say that life was like fire. Fires were burning for eternity in the form of stars. Yet even they die.

Everything dies.