The house is burning. Smoke is curling around everything you have ever owned, ever wanted, believed mattered. That picture of the person you love, the dog’s favorite toy. The couch where you held each other when you cried. All on fire, blazing. The garbage that needed to be taken out yesterday goes up as easily as the receipt you saved from the first time the two of you had breakfast together.
Every object you love and treasure will soon be ashes.
Now, given the chance, what’s the one thing you would take out of the burning house?
French author and filmmaker Jean Cocteau, when asked this question, said, “I’d take the fire.”