The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Every now and then I light a candle in my room  and enjoy the sweet aroma that  fills the air as  it  wicks and burns. For the longest time,  I never payed much attention to the candle itself and would light it more as a routine activity. One particular night  however, as I lit the candle, I couldn't help but become entranced by the light the stemmed and flickered in the darkness. As I watched the candle burn in brilliant shades of yellow and orange,  the resiliency of the flame had me thinking, "How long would this candle burn before it went out?".  Hours passed  and the candle continued to illuminate the room with a firery passion  and determination, as if it was saying it refused succumb to the darkness that was night.  This little flame, this little light at the end of the tunnel  is a sign of hope. We as humans  are strong and powerful creatures with the  ability to overcome impossible odds if we have the courage to do so.  We can choose our own destiny and take control of our lives because fate is not out of our hands. As I placed the top  back on the candle,  I watched the little light  slowly fade until it turned into black. But I did not feel sorrow.  In fact, it gave me great comfort to know that tomorrow  I could  relight the candle  anew, and watch the cycle over again.