I was sitting at a shrine when I saw a man lighting a clay lamp. There was already light around him, yet he still lit another. I watched him and asked myself, why?
Then it struck me: lighting a clay lamp is more than tradition.
It is the hope a person carries in their heart.
Even when life moves against our expectations…
Even when we feel crushed by circumstances…
That small flame becomes a symbol of resilience.
It reminds us that things can get better —
and sometimes, all we need
is the courage to light the lamp again
and begin once more.