The world is a stage and the lights are off. A light can be a sign , for others it can be a path.
A writer once said there will always be light at the end of the tunnel, for him it means hope. The light that beckons from a far that inspires the weary to keep going.
For some it is comparable to the candle that melts while giving light just like a used man, melting away his moments while being used for someone’s day.
Useful but not for so long, it turns all his mighty strength into a melted wax for a splinter of a purpose , vaguely appreciated and acknowledged but mostly overlooked and ignored.
It is not the light per se but the will to light up that really gives hope. The act of finding a reason, searching for any validation for that unfulfilled purpose.
The willful disobedience to the gloom of darkness that pervades while the storm is uprooting one’s confidence even if the stars are aligned to one’s disbelief.
The moment of unsurpassed illusion of the inevitability of life’s continuous spin regardless where the wind is blowing. To whom it is pointing, to where it is leading.
In the midst of this all, one’s destiny might be within moments of unfolding but fate has its way of intervening.
The sarcasm or the power of the world where one can either act or watch the play as it test our faith.
Somehow in the end, just follow the light and you’ ll see, it will be all right. Because You are The Light. – By Joel F.
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