Pull the wibbly lever everybody, we’re going to go back in time and talk about fire. So first off, the why of things. Well, in the past few days (relatively speaking), I have found myself messing with lots of fires, building them, and thinking of things pertaining to said burny things. In that time, I have realized that hey! Let’s discuss these things and how they relate to life in some form or fashion. They can be used as symbols, as representations (not the same in this context, I’ll explain), and to simply let off steam (literally and figuratively). Not necessarily in that order.
So, recently, I constructed a fire pit in my family’s backyard. Pretty straightforward, simply fire. Our grill wasn’t cutting it for fires that I wanted to blaze up. Too small. Thus, I took it upon myself to dig for an hour or two and make a fire pit with a handy dandy stone circle. During that time, I reflected on many things, namely how hard work was good for the soul, and the devil likes idle humans. Well, I devoted my mental space to digging, and it was me simply admiring nature, doing something fun, and also kind of relaxing… which is kind of ironic, seeing as it required lots of my strength. Oh, I know how to explain it. It’s like when you’re taking a break from exercising mental muscles in school, and go and do like… pull-ups or something. That’s what it’s like. I was exerting myself physically rather than mentally.
So I built that, but unfortunately, a clap of thunder predestined that I was not to have an inaugural fire in the fire pit… which was sad… When I did get around to it though, I really needed it. See, being human and all, I get pretty angry sometimes. It happens. So I went outside one day, and decided on setting a fire (a controlled one, mind you). I dragged a small tree towards the unlit fire – one of those nice pine ones that goes up in a blaze – and tossed it in. Next, I piled a bunch of sticks around it, filling up the gaps in the ring. Finally, I took matches, and lit the whole thing. The entire time, I was working off my aggression, being physically active, and letting whatever torrent was in my heart unleash into a raging fire.
Speaking of raging fires, that thing started crackling for a few seconds as branches were consumed, and then it decided to shoot up a good 20 feet, while I listened to Raging Fire by Phillip Phillips. Aw, yiss. There’s something about huge fires that acts as a release, especially if you lit them. I burned that whole pile, and it served as an outlet for all them feelz. Nope, I sound immature. Whatever. Emotions, feelings, swirling and climbing higher in the hissing and crackling flames… which blazed higher and higher until the roar was in my ears. Then it died down, and with it, parts of my anger. Symbol of rage. It’s fun to let it out.
Suffice it to say, stress relief exercise was a success.
A day passed, then I found myself outside once more, burning things. I sent another of those pine trees up in smoke, but this time, it was for warmth, and just to admire it and its being a thing of pure awesomeness. A gift, without the attached aggression. It was just there to be awe-inspiring. And yeah it was. There used to be a tree that was in danger of burning because it hung over the pit. I was displeased with it, so now it’s not there anymore. I took a saw to the thing, and it went bye-bye. Fell down between two trees, which was where I had aimed it, so that was a positive thing.
Yeah, I’m only just finishing this much overdue post thanks to… exhaustion (never a happy thing), and possibly laziness. I laze, but I don’t intend to do that now! So that’s why I return.
Future note: There’s apparently going to be a bonfire at St. Gertrude next time, which promises to be awesome. Since we’re on the subject of fires, I thought I’d bring that up.
What to say about fires… they can bring people together, or they can be used offensively.
Fires are fascinating things. They’re free to crackle and spread as soon as they touch… fuel. Analogy time (I think I’m using that word right)! We start out as these tiny little humans called – wait for it – babies! Yay babiez!
Yes, human life. Fascinating. We start in the womb (yes, at conception, there is life, and there isn’t any other way about it), and then… grow and eventually spring forth to seize the day! Plain and simple, yet very often confused in so many ways by those who just don’t understand or ignore that truth. But I’m not here to argue on the life issue, right now. I’m here to compare humanity to raging fires, which is to say…
Fires are free moving, crackling, raging, powerful things. They require energy to do so, and the more fuel they gain, the higher the heights they reach. I think it’s a fair comparison. We as humans need to gain strength – in many different ways – to be ourselves. To… strive for the highest goals. To… flee every temptation to be mediocre… #BlessedFrassati
Now, you might say, “But dude, fires get killed by smothering and what not.”
On that point, we can go back to fires and frustration. It had been a long day (Saturday, I think), cutting things down, adding fuel to the fire, and all that. My wrist was sprained from attacking weeds with a heavy machete (and doing what I claim to be fancy twirls), people were tired, and my 6-year old brother had a hose.
I decided, as a good fire warden, to stay outside and make sure my pine tree fire was fully out, supervising Nino’s efforts to extinguish it. He shot a jet from the hose for almost five minutes, and still it refused to go out. That blazing fire, despite being a shadow of its former self, would not simply lie down and die. There were some embers deep down that just wouldn’t go out.
So that’s my response to that. We do not simply die, like FIRE. Strength and honor!
Rise to the challenge, live, and do epic, almost random things. Write blog posts, go dancing, play sports, meet awesome people and wish them happy birthday on their… actual birthdays… anyway, enjoy life! And nature. Nature is epic, and we shouldn’t waste life/ the oncoming summer inside. Get outside and do… things! I’m rambling, but you get the point by now, hopefully.
Hail to you, good reader. Onward!