I burnt a matchstick the other day, I can’t tell for what, but I noticed one very interesting thing and I couldn’t resist talking to it. The result was a wicked but inspiring conversation.
Why are you so angry all the time?
Who me? No, I don’t think so.
Yes, you. You have such a hot head. The moment I you against the matchbox, you ignite with full force. What’s this anger about. And the whole society is getting inspired by you. They get angry immediately and catch fire on their head; like you.
I don’t know what are you talking about brother. I just do my duty; not to burn but to show light. It’s you who can’t see the other side.
Alright. But you burn cigarettes, burn houses, burn everything down.
I don’t do any of that. You do it.
After what it said in the end, I went completely numb. All this while I had been blaming others for wicked things that keep happening, whereas the real culprit is one of us—the wicked one.