A small torch lights up on the edge of a cliff against strong winds with limited and little twigs for fuel. When he looked down, only seen so many small coals scattered across the land of ashes, tried to spend the remaining it's resources.

When he looked up, there were many stars that lit up brightly without trying at all. They are born and destined with a bright light, anyone loves and hopes for it's light.

When he looked around, it was seen from a distance the same small torch as him too busy trying to keep them burning. Just too busy until they doesn't care about anything.

One day, he asked him self "why do I still trying to keep me burning".