Fire is the only element that can both destroy and create. The differentiating factor lies in perspective. Fire is fire and it will do what it will. Burn. It is merciless, unbothered by sentiment or decay. What is always a guarantee, is that what lies in it's wake is death, distruction and sadness.
A clean slate. An empty canvas.
I was born into flames. I have been scortched so many times that heat and fire run in my veins.
All my life I have asked why, what did I do to deserve this? Perspective
When battling the flames, and they surround you, without the protection of love, there is no other option but to keep fighting. There is no time to learn, there is no unbounded joy of life and freedom.
Now that I have stopped fighting the flames, and have learnt to embrace them, they wrap me in warmth and comfort with the knowledge that it has never left me. It's guided me through pain and suffering to the highest of summets.
From here I can see the path I couldn't see before. The path that was lined with thorns and poisonous plants and animals ready to kill and devour me if I strayed off. Instead, I was kept distracted by the fire and flames and never once gave up fighting.
From up here I have a new perspective. It's called gratitude.