Thursday, August 21, 2014

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel today.

The brilliant, glorious light that reminded me that hope has not been depleted, nor will it ever be depleted; there is indeed beauty that awaits me at the end of the path I am traveling.

The light that told me that I am not alone, nor have I ever been alone, nor will I ever travel one step without this light guiding me. Though not always seen, the light is always present - even when my eyes are too cloudy to register its reassuring brightness.

And when glancing upon this light I came to the realization that the same light that guides and protects also resides in my heart, showering me with a certain importance, a meaning that can only be fulfilled by me. And indeed the way to fulfill this significance is to keep trekking along the path, to keep following the light no matter where it may lead.

And the source of this light, this eternally burning, eternally guiding flame will never escape from me, and I never from it -

For I live in the light, and the light lives in me.

It's a beautifully inescapable love story.


  1. Hope will never ever ever be depleted. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. There is always tomorrow.There is always the next sunrise :)

    1. Yes, so much truth to that statement. Though we can't always see it, hope can always see us. It's a a powerful force, perhaps the most beautiful feeling we can experience, aside from love.