Life started in a tiny tunnel, with a small box of tiny matches. As I progressed forward with a match alight, it would be blown out by some other person.
I had huge dreams and beliefs, and as I crept along, the tunnel widened, but at each tiny turn, the match was blown out, always someone trying to extinguish my light.
After a while those match blowers fell by the wayside, but it was too late, I had learned to blow my own matches out.
There was this tiny glimmer of hope still, so tentatively lighting another match, I cupped it for protection and the tunnel widened again.
Slowly my courage grew, I used larger matches, they too were blown out at times, I persevered.
As the 12 inch matches ran out I spied a small torch in the wall of the widest tunnel, as I lit that torch it opened my eyes to a huge cavern, with an opening at the other side.
Trekking and wading to the other side, I came to the opening just as dusk fell, and to my side was another torch, much larger, one that would not run out of fuel, too large to be blown out.
I lit that torch and it illuminated the wide open future at dusk in the most golden of hues, my future beckons, but for one night's rest and look in awe, in the morning move forward, always with the torch lit so others can see the way.