UnderOneLantern

The light of aLantern is not salvation. It doesn’t warm you. It doesn’t heal you. It simply exists. Under it, you see yourself clearly. And you realize you’re not the person you wanted to be.

Everyone is searching for their own lamp. They’re walking toward the light too. But there’s only room for one beneath each lantern.

Every step forward is a rejection of someone else.

You will reach the light. But when you get there, will there still be a person standing under it — or just the shadow of who you used to be?

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