My English Literature teacher often told me to “ignite my spark”. But after all this time, I still don’t think I’ve got it yet. I really want to write a piece that I’ve poured my entire soul into, that I feel every word course through my veins and bleed out onto my paper. To be able to read what I wrote and truly be able to feel something for it.

As I sit here and ponder about those words, I can’t help but find the parallels between that and life.

One day, I will find that spark.