I know I feel it

There is a lamp beside me.
But the lights in the distance out my window seem better.
They seem more exciting.
Not knowing exactly where they are coming from might be it.
The imagination it takes to really see the lights exercises my brain.
Everything I have ever looked for could be under those lights.
Someone could be taking their last breathe under that light but the light to him is only like the lamp in my room and his light in the distance could be the light that many often associate with death.
Maybe that is why they say that there is a bright light in the distance when we die.
It could be a symbol of hope.
Hope that there is something better coming than the suffering that comes with dying.
There is hope in the lights that I see out my window.
There is hope that I will be successful.
Hope that I will be loved.
Hope that my family will be happy.
Once again light only exists because of contrast.
I'm starting to think that life if just a big collection on contrasts that we organize in order to feel something. I know I feel it.