The Light Within

I was reading a book by the name of Star Bright by Catherine Anderson last night and the guy in the book was telling how when his mother died when he was 5 years old his father told him that all of us have a bright light inside of us that can never be snuffed out, and when we die, that light becomes a star. His dad convinced him that Polaris (the north star) was his mother's light. Whenever he got lost, his father said she would be up there to help him find his way home. Believing in this was a great comfort to him as a young child.

He went on to say as he got older he realized there truly is a light within all of us, a brightness way deep inside that can never be dimmed or snuffed out, not by anyone or anything, not even death. We can be down and out. We can be on our knees, drowning in the darkness without any hope, and suddenly there it is, that tiny glimmer of brightness inside of us to help us get back on our feet. Nothing can take that away from us. No one else can extinguish it. Some folks call it grit, other call it the soul, others an aura. In the end, what we call it isn't important. What matters is that practically everyone senses that there's more to each of us than mere flesh and bone. Even an aborigine in a remote place untouched by civilization knows that some indefinable part of his spirit is invincible. Way down deep you know it's there inside of you, waiting to flare bright again. You only have to find it.