If I were a light, I would be a light bulb. Hear me out - I would be that
old light bulb no one knows the wattage of that has a soft, warm glow.
It might smell a little funny, or look a little discolored, but you can
always count on it to work. I would be the light bulb that you find in
the house you grew up in - the one on a pullchain in the exploding
closet full of things forgotten over the years. Good things, of course,
and happy memories. I would be the light bulb that someone
absent-mindedly turns on when looking for something they've lost - the
encouraging light guiding them to find what they're searching for. I
like to think that I'd be the light that reveals to people all that is
good about them and illuminates the goodness in old, forgotten things. I
want to be the golden, buzzing light bulb that makes people love
themselves and the things that they've done - the light that makes them
laugh when they're sad or smile at something they've forgotten when all
seems lost. I hope to be the warm, glowing light bulb that someone turns
on to ward off the darkness.
Perfect.
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