Fire to the flame

Since i turned 18, i’ve been to a handful of weddings and one funeral. Both events are on the extreme ends of human chart. The former is said to provide us a second chance at life while the latter, a final go at salvation. What marks these events are those who surround us during its separate execution. People who cheer you while you’re circumambulating the holy fire and the ones who see to it that your body burns to ashes. They are there. As if the whole world’s a stage and everybody, a mere witness. Maybe we shouldn’t have stopped being catalysts. We could have done better. Fuck it. Imagine attending a wedding where the couple somehow get caught in the flames, thus transmuting into an unwarranted funeral. God forbid, if that happens, the Cosmos would be more just a witness.