Whether you will believe me or not

Yarina Pikh

Whether you will believe me or not I want to tell you this story, that one of which you were fond of so much. I love you.

There lived a man, whose job was to clean a lighthouse lamp once a week for what he got a humble salary and a humble cabin just about the lighthouse, mostly he was enough with it. As time was passing by he was honored also to switch lighthouse when it was needed for help to lost ships. But mostly it was not ships but the fish boats. The town was small so there was no necessity for ships getting in. But with that this man was enough. He liked he could have a small talk with locals, making weather forecasts and drinking fresh cider. They came and left, some had families, some had not. Some had beards up to waist, some had it up to their knees. Fishermen had mistresses in every close village, peasants usually had only their wives. Everyone had their story to tell and my hero had his ears enough to listen attentively to everyone. He thought that he would get a part of their life, but mostly they confess and vanish, leaving him alone with his lamp. It’s always more easy to think in the darkness, but he neverknew what is darkness, well, before he came and started working there.

People need to be supported, when they are lost, usually this support as the lamp of the lighthouse doesn’t give them the right way to move. People just want to hear they do right things and they are not hopeless. They move in their own way no matter how much you try to be a part of their life – if you are  not - you aren’t. Your immense readiness to help them as the light of a huge lamp can make you blind to yourself; can make you think they can’t live without you, that you are the inherent part of theirs. But in fact you must try to find your own direction as nothing else is more estimated in this strange world of humans.