This wasn't a practical realization, it was a metaphorically epiphany.
I had been stoking the fire instead of choking off what is feeding it. My annoyance at the situation, my anger at the injustice and my emotional outbursts have all fed this inferno.
Sean McCay had said, "Could this also be suggestive of the fact that we have people in our lives who always try to snuff out our fire whether it be that they are jealous or some other human action? That we also have to look at ourselves and find a way to keep that fire going for ourselves despite the actions of others?"
I think it works the same way. These are the people who take our wind from our sail. It might be good to note that we shouldn't be using those people to fuel our fire, rather our passions should be stoked by our own spirit and then shared with others when ready. It was how I managed to write the record. I quit placing any significance on the opinions of others and fell in love with writing again, built a relationship with the characters I was writing about and reunited with the little kid I had abandoned inside of me.
Living in a world of war makes it easy to forget that we have more air than surface. This makes it a greater resource.
Because there is so much hot air floating around, we just have to be mindful that there is plenty of it to feed multiple fires.
Wax on, wax off...don't forget to breathe...
"Hibernating still without ever having food, then the timer goes off...fire's raging through the roost."
~Jacquerie from 'Idiot Savant'