Lighthouses

Your gaze clings to the lighthouses like a lifeline. There it is—the light, burning, shining. Like the axis of the Earth, the lighthouse stands in place, unmoving toward the ships, no matter how much its soul yearns to meet them out at sea.

Indescribably beautiful in their freedom are those white sails, slender masts, and their swift glide. And it’s so hard to resist wanting to be like them, to live their life and walk their path. But without the lighthouse, they would be lost, because it is in its steadfastness, in its place, that it holds value and meaning for them.

“Become the lighthouse,” the sea whispers to you, “become the light, the axis, the meaning. Don’t run to save—become the salvation yourself. For them, for the journey, for yourself.”