No fire can burn without air blown into it. The flame must consume oxygen in order to exist.

So every time I’m getting burned by something I do, or something others are doing or saying to me, I’m always questioning who’s blowing the air into that flame. If it’s me, I stop blowing. And every time I stop blowing into my own flame (like ignoring, letting go, accepting and move on) the flame goes away.

But every once in a while, it happens that somebody else is blowing into a fire which is directed to me. Most of the time, they blow from a hidden place. I don’t know why this happens, but it does. And I don’t think I’m the only one experiencing this, I’m sure everybody went through it at least once in their lifetime.

When this happens, when somebody else, from the secrecy of a hidden identity is starting to blow air into some fire against me, I get very, very patient. And wait for the blower to get out of air. 😉