For so long, I felt as though I was drowning. Born a water sign, the ebb and flow of life has always "felt" natural, but water can both heal and suffocate. It nourishes, yes, but it can also erode—slowly wearing you down, until you don’t recognize yourself. For years, I moved through life as if I were a river, bending and curving to fit the expectations of others. I gave and gave, until I was nothing more than an empty streambed, dry and cracking under the weight of my own neglect.
But somewhere along the way, I found my fire.
I don’t know the exact moment it ignited, but I remember the first spark—the first glimmer of something within me that refused to be extinguished. It was small at first, like a flickering candle in a storm, but it burned with a stubbornness I hadn’t felt in years. It told me I deserved more. It told me I was worthy of passion, joy, and a life that felt like mine.
At first, the fire terrified me. After all, water and fire are opposites, aren’t they? But then I realized they’re not enemies—they’re partners. Water taught me to feel deeply, to be fluid and adaptable, but fire taught me to fight. Fire taught me to burn down everything I thought I had to be, so I could rise from the ashes as everything I was meant to become.
Now, I live for the fire. I crave experiences that set my soul ablaze, moments that make me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I want to wake up every day and chase the things that make my heart race and my spirit soar. I want to love so fiercely that it feels like wildfire, untamed and unstoppable.
This fire is not about destruction—it’s about transformation. It’s about burning away fear, doubt, and the stories I told myself about who I was supposed to be. It’s about making space for the person I am: bold, passionate, unapologetically alive.
I know now that fire is not the enemy of water. It’s the element that balances it, that gives it purpose. Together, they make me whole. I am the calm before the storm, the spark before the flame. I am a contradiction, but I am no longer afraid of my own intensity.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: we all have fire within us, but it’s up to us to nurture it. To fan the flames until they burn bright enough to guide us forward. Don’t let the world extinguish your fire. Protect it. Feed it. Let it consume you in the best possible way.
Because life is too short to live half-heartedly. Find your fire. Be your fire. Burn brightly enough that you light up the world around you.
And most importantly, never stop chasing the things that set your soul on fire.
🔥🫰🫂🫖 - JRT
🎨Art Credit: Raven Shaolin Bluefeather
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