“Light, light, the world needs more light….”

These are the purported last words of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ever since I heard these words, they have laid heavy on my heart. You see, perhaps five to six years ago, around the time I was graduating college, my world was plunged into darkness. Like the dark age of Europe after Rome, it first appeared the fall had happened suddenly, but when I look back, signs of my crumbling empire were there if I’d cared to look.

In this dark winter of my discontent, the long shadow cast over me blurred my path, and my life become very confused. Darkness seemed to have this sort of magnetic force, like a black hole whose field of gravity was pulling me closer and closer to the black pit of nothingness. The harder I fought against it, the harder it pulled. The more I tried to dig myself out, the more I dug myself in.

This struggle felt completely overwhelming, I was in my mid-twenties stuck into a hopeless rut with no sign of things letting up, only the prospect of the storm getting worse.

Enter Helios Apollo, Greco-Roman god of both the light and healing. It seems natural that these two would go together, for the light has truly healed my soul. Flood lights of joy have opened up all the possibilities that once seemed closed, and it’s bright shine overpowers darkness without effort. Without struggle.

This blog is about the light, for I hope to not only keep the light lit in my own soul, but in the soul of others as well. I hope that, perhaps, my words will find another whose world feels dark as mine once did and they can give a glimmer, even if just for a moment, of the light which blesses my life. For indeed, what the world needs is more light.