We’ve all witnessed the grand fireworks display on our National Day. For 10 minutes or so, we’re enthralled by the lights, colours, flashes, sound of the explosions, smell of gunpowder, mixed with the oohs and the aahs, and the exclamations of admiration and awe. Everything in that 10 minutes is designed to razzle dazzle us, and fill us with wonder. Then, as quickly as it starts, the show is over, and the night sky returns to its darkness and silence again. But if you had a chance to walk where the fireworks display actually emanated from, all you will find after that dramatic display of pomp and pageantry are ashes, burnt cardboard, fuses, wires, and broken fireworks. 10 minutes of glory and then, ashes. Is that what we want for our lives?