A Thousand Points of Light

Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise--Victor Hugo
Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise–Victor Hugo

I used to think that Napoleon was the light at the end of the tunnel for me. I thought that after all my hardships, one day we would start a life together, and finally I’d get my “Happily Ever After.” There was nothing I wanted more. I pictured myself with him as my loving and handsome husband, and I imagined the lovely home we would share. For goodness sakes, I can’t tell you how many times I would doodle my name on a piece of paper using his last name. Shortly after I came back to Florida, however, I got a rude awakening: he dumped me. I thought my world was over. What was I going to do now that the tunnel had caved in, and the light was no more? I was trapped in a very dark and lonely place… or at least, that’s what I thought. I thought wrong.

I am far from the end of my journey, but I have come to discover that for me, there was no miraculous light at the end of the tunnel. I think I tricked myself into thinking that, because that is what I needed to believe at the moment. Actually, there was something else: a thousand teeny points of light which guide me just enough so that I know where to rest my next footstep. What are those little flecks of light? They are the kind words from a friend, a helping hand from a stranger, and even being able to come to the rescue of someone else. These little things get me through my day. They are my mother’s cheerful “hello”, the feeling of the sun on my skin, a coconut macaroon, and comments from my readers. It’s when during the quiet times at work, us girls start talking about our favorite tv shows and share our funny stories.

Sometimes, as I look for my way out of the tunnel, those little lights are scarce, but they are always there, I just need to learn to become accustomed to finding them. Slowly, I am getting better at it. There is a secret about these lights, which are made up of hope, love, and happiness: if you collected them all and fused them together, you would create a light even brighter than the imagined one that you thought was waiting for you. You would be collecting something that nobody could snatch away. It is a a light that you get to keep with you till the very end.


  1. *****as I look for my way out of the tunnel, those little lights are scarce, but they are always there****


    This is what gets us thru that f*cking tunnel.

    the LIGHT. GOD. Hope. Resurrection. Writing! Books!

    ….. but the light Always OVERPOWERS the darkness.

    I thank GOD for this.

    LOVE and light from MN. xxxxx


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