The Lighthouse

Surely it is questionable how one can constantly and persistently open ones veins allowing ones life to splatter across the page, especially when each encounter leaves the writer drained and a little dimmer. This compulsion to examine ones own soul, the drive to share lessons learned from every encounter, real or imagined. This thirst for something better, even when seemingly, contentment unobtainable in this life...except for this hope, glimpsed in the corner of the eye like a wayward lightening bug appearing in the darkest halls of our lives; leading us further into the darkness. Is each step further into the vapors faith, foolishness, or both? For if we could understand it all, would it be in any way faith? And maybe, just maybe, in our brighter moments, might we be lighthouses for one another in this journey through the darkness that we all share.