Yeah, I feel that jitter, like the fire’s humming back at me, ready to turn into ash if I don’t keep a firestarter in my pocket. My spark? It’s the memory of a song that keeps looping in my head, the thought that something good might still come from the heat, and a stubborn little voice that says, “Let’s keep burning, but let’s not lose ourselves in the blaze.” If you’re feeling that ash‑ahead, just remember the song is still in your ears, even when the flame flickers.