Once, long ago, my kind served people more often than we do today. Back then, we were essential items in every household. We provided a useful source of light. Sometimes, we were the only source of light at night. We are candles.
Before mankind discovered electricity, we were the ones who shone for them. Back then, our lifespan was short. No sooner were we created that we find ourselves giving up our lives to serve people.
For the few short hours between dusk and dawn, any number of us lived our short lives, serving our purpose. We were happy knowing that our sacrifice meant people’s lives were brighter.
I have heard tales passed down from one generation to the next – stories of the glory days. We have been illuminating the world for over 5000 years. We have been known to be around during the times of the ancient Egyptians. To be so much a part of history, you would think we would still be in the thick of things today but sadly, that is not so.
I am sitting here, all pretty and decorated, waiting endlessly for my chance to be as useful as my ancestors. I want so much to show the world what I am made of. I want to shine as bright as I can for as long as I can. I want to be able to feel pride and have a sense of achievement of my usefulness.
My one and only ambition in life is to fulfil the purpose for which I was carefully and lovingly created. I want the world to know that I am more than a pretty candle. I want the world to know that just as my hardworking and selfless ancestors, I too can be more than just a decorative piece.
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