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I am a match. I can be very powerful, but I become useless without the matchbox. For without my shelter, I may get crushed, stepped on, damaged, or broken. Worst, I may get wet and lose my purpose. I could be very useful, very useless, very destructive or very harmful, depending on the existence of the matchbox.
I was creatively designed by man to illuminate candles, or anything that needs a spark. But as of now, I still haven�t found purpose in my life. For I am still here in the matchbox, packed tightly, concealed in darkness, suffocated, and strangled. I am patiently waiting to see the world outside, anticipating what my future holds... Yes, I am a match � an unused match. To most people, I am nothing. But I know the time will come when they will need me to illuminate something. And I believe that whatever purpose they utilize me for, it will be great and useful. I will live only once; thus will I do all I can to be the best matchstick I could be... | ||||||||