sometimes when i get sad, i tend to neglect the things in my room .
although i understand they are only objects, i tend to notice how things begin to grow further into themselves around me . my candles withering under their own untamed, coiled over wicks while i’m burning them tends to bug me . i had to temporarily retire a good 3/4 of a candle because the wick had begun to meld in with the flesh of the wax .
however, when refreshing my bedroom this evening, i decided to address this candle issue; i filled an empty candle holder with a new candle, and i decided to carve the wick out of the heart of the old, disfigured candle . it was a messy, annoying process . i’ve always hated getting wax under my nails, and it feels as if it forcibly works itself into my skin whenever i come in contact with it, yet i tolerated it anyway, because i saw value in him .
about 5 mins later, and he was as good as new . here he is standing next to his fresh out of the package brother . :)
the point is, if you see potential in an old candle of yours, please do consider rescuing them from the trash can, for the wick lying under the flesh is more resilient than one would expect . fresh wounds can heal .
