The two candles.

There was once a temple where two candles were lit every night.

One burned brightly, proudly: he lit the whole space with a high flame, and always talked about the temple falling into the dark without it.

The other candle blinked modestly. He was barely noticeable, often even ashamed of himself,

how faint with your companion.

- What's the point of me? He sighed often. "The big candle illuminates everything anyway, without me no one would be less."

One night, however, there was a big wind. The windows of the temple trembled, and the flame of the proud candle was extinguished by a sudden breeze. The temple suddenly fell into darkness.

Only the twinkling, small candle remained burned. The people who sat there gathered around him, and although his light was not as strong as the other, it was enough to keep no one in the dark.

Someone also ignited the big candle from it, and there was light in the temple again.

The little candle then understood: no matter,

How much flame you burn - your light becomes really valuable when you give it to someone else.

👉 Lesson:

The truth is not in size, but in the fact that we can pass on our own light, no matter how small. Because sometimes the smallest flame saves the world.