I have never seen a lighthouse up close.
Every time I see a picture of a lighthouse, I get frozen like gravity pulling my feet towards it. The truth is, life is so cruel you might not care at all if you want to see up close a chubby house with a narrow hallway and stairs that lead up to the top right under a lighthouse, although you'll enjoy seeing it. But honestly, I see the lighthouse as a symbol of light that always defines and guides the direction of my existence.The days when you are going through hard times may play with your mind and lead you to despair. You may wonder why you don't have the opportunity to travel to the places you love. I also want to go to all the places I have dreamed of since childhood.
But lately, I’ve started building them in my mind.
I close my eyes and picture the lighthouse not as a building on a cliff, but as a quiet friend who never sleeps, blinking its eyes across the storm just for me. When I feel lost, I imagine it whispering: “Just a little further. You’re doing fine.” And sometimes, I see myself there—not just visiting, but living inside it. Climbing those winding stairs every morning, breathing in the salt air, writing letters I never send, and painting the walls with pieces of my memory.
Maybe that’s the real journey not the ticket or the trip, but the becoming. Maybe we don’t need to reach the lighthouse to be guided by it.to feel its glow in the dark,
to know that even from afar,
a silent hope still sparks.
Some lights don’t guide our steps,
they guide our hearts instead
reminding us in quiet ways
to keep moving,
even when we tread
where no map has ever led.
Maybe we carry the light with us all along.
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