The bottom of a anything can look a lot different than the top.

We are not capable of knowing the beauty something has to offer until we look at it from every angle.

Every situation is capable of offering a metaphor that involves a viewpoint depending on where you are at in life. Everyone’s will differ and depend on their personal outlook. I thought of a lighthouse many times during my struggling, and the ideas changed frequently as to how I saw it and what it had to offer. I was always able to picture it from the bottom where the light was out instead of on, and the darkness was able to take over. It took many nights seeing it that way until I was able to find the pain in my heart to look up for a better day. Within doing so, I became capable of seeing promise and truthfully an escape from it all. The end of my tunnel and the light to a new one. I began to climb, one step at a time with hope in my soul and split feelings in my mind. Everything within gravity made this the heaviest and hardest attempt I had known yet.

I sat down along the way and I cried. I cried hard knowing that one missed step as the light faded downward could be the end of it all. There was no going back and I was so hungry for that light that nothing could make me weak enough to do so. When the climb stopped and the beauty of that light was understood, it was so bright that there was no way to look down. There was only the leftover memory of what it was and what I could never let it be again.

I can only give you my current outlook by continuing to appreciate the light. I know what that darkness is and I had lived in it long enough to never want to go back. I promise you will understand it the same way if you climb hard enough to let nothing pull you back from what you want the most. You have to want it more than anything you have ever lived to understand. What will you do today to get to the top of that Mother******* Lighthouse?