Fireworks. A moment of beauty and then in a flash & a bang it’s gone. An explosion of colour and vitality and then blackness. A fragment in time of excitement and then nothing. Aren’t we all fireworks? Waiting in the dark to explode and then to disappear into an eternity of nothing-ness? Don’t we all build up to a great finale and then just die away into a memory, yes a beautiful one, one that stays with at least one person forever, but a memory and nothing else? Aren’t we all just fireworks, waiting in the dark to shed light in the world? Isn’t it true that we all get one moment in time to shine, and then we are gone, forever? Are we all just that? Fireworks?
Qoutation taken from Board of Wisdom