life is only as hard as you choose to make it

there are sudden fires that consume and devastate. i've seen those, and they've made welts in me. and yet i miss them sometimes, late into the night, squeezing out tears of hurtful passion that sizzle on to burning memories.
other fires tickle and sustain, and make you glow. at 28, i find that glowing is good. i could do with about 40 more years of glowing, starting soon, or now.