The Frankincense Candle
This candle is like no other candles. It has long been supporting me whenever I am depressed. It is different from the expected cylindrical ones. Instead, it was in a ten-step-stair shape. But now, only seven steps remain.
The ending was so heartbreaking that my heart pumped as fast as an alerted alarm. Sweat kept coming out from my palms. Looking at the lonely unresponsive starless sky, I decided to plod back to the only place on earth where I felt safe and secure – my home.
I snuggled close to my bed as if I was finding a hole to hide. The moment I threw my heavy empty head to my pillow, something at the corner of my bed caught my sight. It was my frankincense candle. A thin layer of grey dust rested on the surface. I wondered how long I haven’t used it. Gently and carefully, I blew the dust away.
The candle was contained in a slightly bigger transparent glass. The left side of the candle lied closely onto the glass’ inner wall, leaving an awkward isolated space on the other side of the candle. Smooth-textured wax was surrounded by cornflower blue pebbly patterns, forming an oasis of serenity. I crawled down my bed to light the candle. An aromatic smell slowly permeated the room. I took a long deep breath – the fresh fragrant jasmine smell immediately filled my lung and calmed the turbulent angry sea in my heart. Slowly, it coated my fragile trembling heart like a warm shelter. Tears of my eyes made the candle fuzzy. I missed those days when he hugged me tight.
Soon, the flickering flame melted the wax. The contour of the candle gradually became hot and tacky. The wax dragged by gravity, dripped onto the bottom step of the candle and formed a wider step. I saw the flame fighting against the ruthless wind as I strode closer to the candle. I then remembered what my mom told me when she gave me this candle as a present. “Darling, a painful fall might be a bigger step towards success. Don’t feel desperate in front of failure; your experiences shape you and create a better you.” At that moment, I realized why the candle was designed in the shape of stairs.
Life is like a frankincense candle. Sometimes, it is as peaceful as an unused candle. Sometimes, we might burn out of energy and melt. But no matter how hard life is, we have to pick up ourselves and reconstruct our mind. Experiences help us build our confidence to face obstacles. Fragrance keeps us strong. All of a sudden, my heart was as calm as a millpond.
Among the ten steps, I melted one for the sake of love. Right now, six steps remained. I blew out the flame. Tepid wax was no longer pulpy, yet jasmine smell was still there. After all, there must be good things that stay. I looked at the candle and smiled. I guess it has taught me a lesson.
The ending was so heartbreaking that my heart pumped as fast as an alerted alarm. Sweat kept coming out from my palms. Looking at the lonely unresponsive starless sky, I decided to plod back to the only place on earth where I felt safe and secure – my home.
I snuggled close to my bed as if I was finding a hole to hide. The moment I threw my heavy empty head to my pillow, something at the corner of my bed caught my sight. It was my frankincense candle. A thin layer of grey dust rested on the surface. I wondered how long I haven’t used it. Gently and carefully, I blew the dust away.
The candle was contained in a slightly bigger transparent glass. The left side of the candle lied closely onto the glass’ inner wall, leaving an awkward isolated space on the other side of the candle. Smooth-textured wax was surrounded by cornflower blue pebbly patterns, forming an oasis of serenity. I crawled down my bed to light the candle. An aromatic smell slowly permeated the room. I took a long deep breath – the fresh fragrant jasmine smell immediately filled my lung and calmed the turbulent angry sea in my heart. Slowly, it coated my fragile trembling heart like a warm shelter. Tears of my eyes made the candle fuzzy. I missed those days when he hugged me tight.
Soon, the flickering flame melted the wax. The contour of the candle gradually became hot and tacky. The wax dragged by gravity, dripped onto the bottom step of the candle and formed a wider step. I saw the flame fighting against the ruthless wind as I strode closer to the candle. I then remembered what my mom told me when she gave me this candle as a present. “Darling, a painful fall might be a bigger step towards success. Don’t feel desperate in front of failure; your experiences shape you and create a better you.” At that moment, I realized why the candle was designed in the shape of stairs.
Life is like a frankincense candle. Sometimes, it is as peaceful as an unused candle. Sometimes, we might burn out of energy and melt. But no matter how hard life is, we have to pick up ourselves and reconstruct our mind. Experiences help us build our confidence to face obstacles. Fragrance keeps us strong. All of a sudden, my heart was as calm as a millpond.
Among the ten steps, I melted one for the sake of love. Right now, six steps remained. I blew out the flame. Tepid wax was no longer pulpy, yet jasmine smell was still there. After all, there must be good things that stay. I looked at the candle and smiled. I guess it has taught me a lesson.