The Human Torch š„
I couldnāt think of a more accurate title for this, but here we are.
Somewhere along the way, I realized Iāve become what I now call the Human Torch.
Not the superhero kind, like in the fantasic four, there's no flames shooting out of my hands.
This Human Torch is the kind that burns quietly, the kind that lights up rooms, conversations, and peopleās livesā¦ often at the expense of its own fuel.
I canāt count how many times people have come to me for help, financially, emotionally, spiritually, sometimes just for advice they didnāt ask for but somehow needed. Iāve been the listening ear, the safe place, the ācall Bright, heāll understandā person. And for a long time, I didnāt mind, truth is at some point I liked it, I liked being needed, and being seen.
I liked being the reliable one among my peers, the fixer, the calm one, the guy who always showed up. Somewhere in all that, pleasing people became my second nature.
People like Bright Ike, they always do or at least, thatās what I tell myself.
The strangest thing about being a Human Torch is that: you can be glowing on the outside while quietly running out of energy on the inside, you show up even when youāre tired, you reassure others while your own doubts sit unanswered, you make people feel okay on their worst days, even when youāre not exactly fine yourself. Still, you smile, Because thatās what you do.
Iām writing this now because I know Iām not alone. I know there are others like me, people who naturally light up other peopleās worlds, people who carry empathy like itās their second skin and people who give, even when it costs them something.
So brotherly and sisterly š If youāre reading this and nodding quietly, this is for you.
To My Fellow Human Torches š„
I want you to know something: youāre not doing too much, youāre not foolish for caring, youāre not weak for choosing kindness in a world that rewards indifference.
You may not see the reward now and people may forget to say thank you and I know some may take your light for granted, but being good, genuinely good, still matters.
A Gentle Reminder
Still, even a torch needs a battery change, and even fire needs fuel, and the kindest hearts deserve care.
So if youāre the one everyone leans on, donāt forget to lean too.
This is just a small love letter to all of us, the Human Torches. I see you and Iām super proud of us.