Perhaps the saddest way to live is to go through life without ever burning for anything. To never want something deeply enough. To never chase a dream that costs you a part of yourself. To never love, search, or believe with enough intensity to be changed by it. A candle does not become light without surrendering itself to its own fire. Maybe life is not about reaching the end untouched. Maybe to truly live is to find something worth burning for... Because some people simply exist, And some people burn,and become light... As Ghani said : سه په عیش دي ژوندون تېر کړو ملا جانه ده تلاش ده سوځیدو نه خبر نه شوې عبادت سره تلي حورې غلمان ده ارمان خاورې کیدو نه خبر نه شوې لکه شمع ويلې نه شوې د خپل اور خوږه اوڅکه شوې، شراب او خمار نه شوې مست زړګي دي واک وا نه غست له شعوره د بهار خزان ځپلې ګلزار نه شوې Ghani Khan speaks of the candle that melts in its own fire A life that has never burned for love, a dream, art, truth, or the endless search for meaning has never truly known the intensity of being alive. As Charles Bukowski said: "Find what you love and let it kill you" Not literally But let it consume your comfort. Let it demand your time, your sleep, your fears, and the parts of you that were never meant to stay the same. Poem : Khumar by Ghani Khan narration : @prof.tasbihullah #ghanikhanbaba #ghanikhanbabapoetry #pashtopoetry #afghanistan🇦🇫 #pashtosong - @armanism_