Flame
Flame. I am not talking about a literal fire but a spark that ignites when you feel passion for something. Flame rises for me when I'm on the softball field, when I look into my boyfriend’s eyes or even when I am about to eat my favorite meal. When a flame sparks, you get this feeling your stomach that some people call butterflies. A flame is a strong and barely controllable emotion that will have an impact on you. It can be something that everybody loves, yet there is something about flames that takes great challenge, strength, and risk. My three flames are: sports, friends and family. These are very important to me, and I do not know what I would do if I did not have them.
Softball is a flame to me because I love the energy I get when I play. Softball is my life, I eat, sleep breath, Softball. I feel like this flame of mine has guided and helped me through bad habits that other teens my age go through such as doing badly in school, dropping out of school and doing drugs, it’s kept me on the right track in life. When life gets tough and I wondered if it was worth continuing the love of competition has brought me back on my feet. The adrenalin I get when I am on the field is so strong; it makes me want to push myself to be the best that I can be.
Another flame that sparks is when I look into the eyes of the person I love. This flame is a unique kind of flame. I know this because I have had this flame for 600 days and even when he infuriates me, I still get butterflies when I see him. Every time our lips touch, the flame turns into a wild fire and my heart is in my stomach. Even after two years, the flame has not been burned out, yeah it has been weak but it has never been completely ceased.