There’s a streetlamp in my neighborhood that’s got my attention.
It’s not burnt out. It’s not covered in taped-on ads for basement accounting services or eaves trough cleaning. It’s a plain old streetlamp. It looks like all the others.
Except, every couple of seconds, intermittently, its brightness pulses; and it catches my eye. That lamp still does its job, just like all the others, only with these little bursts of energy.
In truth, the first time I drove past it, I thought, “that light isn’t working right?” The second time I drove past it, I thought, “I wonder when they’re going to fix that light?” The third time I drove past it, I thought, “what makes me think it’s broken?”
I pulled into my garage, shut my truck down and sat there. I couldn’t actually figure out why I’d believed that light needed to be fixed other than to decide it just wasn’t doing the same thing as all the rest. And, I guess, it didn’t look “right”. But, you know, what does “right” even look like? There it was, shining brightly with, you could probably say, an extra bit of oomph than its friends.
Those extra little beats of light, like its Heart, lit up the street just fine; maybe more so than the others. And true, I guess it wasn’t the same as all the rest of the streetlamps. Maybe its exterior was. But, the way it shone, wasn’t.
Be bright your own way to create light your own way.
Be Love.
