Waking, I am a light. Stretching, I stoke the flames and push away the darkness, as I push away my duvet.
When I meet family, friends, colleagues or even a stranger, I am surrounded with more lights, like candles being lit. Their warmth brightens my own flame.
But then the voice of darkness threatens, creeps, squirms around the lights. It can’t touch them, can’t smoother their flames. But if we focus on the darkness, if we listen to the negative, the destruction, and the hate we will dim our own lights and end in darkness.
Always, look for the light.