The title should be: SEC-S30W4: The candle 🕯️ and the match | The title of your fable.

Straight and tidy in its holder sat a tall candle on a little table in a silent room. Not far off was a little, ancient matchbox with edges somewhat torn. Inside were many matches lying side by side, speechless.

The candle enjoyed chatting.

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"Every night," it would remark, "I am the one saving this planet from darkness. People seek my assistance whenever they require illumination. That makes me crucial.

One of the matches at last said out. “That's good," it stated, but no one really stands alone."

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The candle laughed quietly. You? How should you act? You blaze for a split second then vanish. That is not anything to be pleased of.

The match did not contend. It then lost sound once more.

The room darken late that evening. As though expecting something to occur on its own, the candle stayed waiting. But there was nothing happening. It remained cold, unlit, and useless.

Somebody came in after some time. They did not first grab for the candle. They chose the matchbox instead. One match was struck, and a little flame appeared. It was briefly flicked before being brought close to the wick of the candle.

The candle sprung to life in a matter of seconds. Its light remained constant and illuminated the room just as it always had.

The game had then burned down.

The candle remained still for a while. Almost to itself, it then remarked, "I couldn't even begin without that little light."

No one responded, but the lesson remained in the space.

Moral: Don't disparage others. What you disregard now could become what you require tomorrow. No one is useless, everyone useful, that's why we are made in male and female, even non living things are useful because we make most thighs that are useful through non living things