Symbols Carry Stories
Sometimes it's the things we carry with us that hold the most meaning.
To someone else, this might just be a lantern.
To me, it has always meant something more.
When life felt uncertain, I often found myself drawn to the idea of light.
Not bright enough to remove every shadow.
Just enough to keep moving forward.
Over the years, the lantern became a symbol I returned to again and again.
A reminder that hope doesn't have to be loud.
A reminder that strength can be quiet.
A reminder that even during difficult seasons, something inside me kept going.
When I see a lantern now, I don't just see an object.
I see a story.
Part of my story.
And the light that stayed.
