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The 'Candle' Kind Of Lifestyle

A candle that lights other candles doesn’t lose its own light or fire, however you like it. This is a line that a lot of people don’t subscribe to although they might not openly admit it. A lot of people find it difficult to share ideas with people especially when they know it’s an idea that can change the life of others. I remember back in school during group studying and the likes, there were some particular people that would always claim to have “no idea” on purpose no matter the subject discussed. They did this to learn about everyone else’s ideas and add it to theirs “almighty” knowledge. It worked though, I must admit. But then, it got me thinking about if there was something wrong with all of us succeeding together.

Yes, not everyone would be successful, rich, or progress, it’s sad but that’s the truth but I believe that if you have the opportunity to make someone’s life better, you should. Especially when it won’t affect you negatively. Some people are scared of other people outshining them but does it matter if you're still going to shine anyway? If that person you're hiding that important detail from has been destined to make it in life, if you don't tell them what they need to know, someone else will. Its surprising that even when people share their success stories, they always leave out the most important part of it. Its understandable though if it's a secret ingredient or if there was something shady in the story but if there wasn't and the main purpose for not sharing is because you don't want imitation or you don't want to be outshined, I don't think it sounds right.

I think it's even a privilege to make someone better by sharing with them how else they need to go about their struggle for something other than the way they're currently going about it. This is not to mean that we should go about letting everyone know "the trick" but then, if someone truly requests or you feel they need it and you know deep down that you have no logical reason to hide it from them, then you should share. That idea can change someone's life, including yours. You don't know how much you're helping yourself by helping others until you need their help too and if you restrained from helping others when it was within your power, getting help from others too will not be guaranteed. If God has placed us in higher positions than others or if we are more privileged than others, I guess it's for a purpose and no matter the purpose, making other people better through us is definitely one. A life worth living is one that has affected others positively and that goes beyond giving out materials things or money. Ideas gives birth to more ideas which in turn produces result when the right resources are in place so don't hold it back, by all means, share! Remember that lighting other people doesn't make you lose your own light just like the candle so let's light others as much as we can, let's be that candle that lights others not the one that refuses to share it's fire.





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