A sailor once fell from the safety of his ship during a storm and was waiting for death in the middle of the dark billows.

Left and forgotten from his crew and from the pity of God, limbs sore and lungs filled with salt water.

And the, all of a sudden, a light piercing the night like a golden arrow.

The sailor began to swim frantically and drunk on hope towards the yellow flash.

The light grew closer and closer as the earth and the waves began to fight for the sailor’s life.

But there was nothing the ocean could do to win the majesty, the grandness, and the stillness of the lighthouse.

The beacon, tall and almighty, stretching its arms in the darkness welcoming the sailor in a warm embrace on the shore.

To safety.

The lighthouse did not save the sailor,

did not jump in the freezing waters to drag his body from the waves.

It just showed him there was still hope.

And that is enough.

In the deep abysses of your oceanic mind always look for the lighthouse.