the lighthouse keeper

So you're probably wondering why I decided to call this blog "The Lighthouse Keeper." It most likely stems from a book I read when I was younger, but I've long dreamed of being a lighthouse keeper. Now that lighthouses all have electric bulbs, it's an impossible dream. But back when they were lit by fire, I would want to be the one venturing up the long, spiraling staircase to the top of a lighthouse that sits on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the pounding waves of the sea on a dark, stormy night. It sounds like such a romantic life...

I love the ocean, I love looking out onto the vast horizon. It's almost akin to why I love looking at the stars on a clear night. There's so much space that it's impossible to comprehend. Looking at the ocean is the same way: you can't see the end. It's so hard to imagine that on the other side of that giant body of water is another continent. I would love to live next to the ocean, keeping a lighthouse, and laying in my bed at night as the light goes round and round, shining into my window. I've always thought that from far away, a lighthouse is so comforting. Whenever I see the twinkle of the light from far off, I get a surge in my heart, a feeling of utter perfection, that everything is as it should be.

Source: Andrea Despot