In a broom closet, one could find several brooms, and one lamp. The lamp, not knowing any better thought itself a broom. Every day the lamp would join the brooms in sweeping around the closet and rooms in the dark, however, every day the lamp would do very little in helping and would often dent its lampshade and break its light bulbs in trying to clean up dust. After many weeks of trying to sweep like the brooms and creating more wreckage and making the clean-up process on-going, one broom said to the lamp, “we appreciate you, but you’re not a broom, stop acting like one.” The lamp was devastated.
For days, the lamp sat in the corner, not knowing what to do. All it ever thought it knew was untrue. All that it thought it was, was not. The lamp did not have an example of what it should be and was therefore conflicted more and more. One day, the lamp—impelled by something beyond it--moved toward the wall and plugged itself into the socket and a surge of energy came through it and its light bulb illuminated. The lamp felt warm and clear. The brooms looked on at the lamp and no longer saw that the lamp was not just NOT a broom, but, of course, was a LAMP. The brooms were stunned at how much they could now see and the lamp finally realized that itself wasn’t a defective broom but a harnesser of light. Its role wasn’t to clean up messes, but to light the way. It wasn’t powerless or weak or broken, but misaligned. It had found its source and the source served the lamp and in serving it, the lamp blessed its environment and its friends. The closet and rooms were now cleaner than ever and the brooms never had an easier job in performing their roles. And the lamp, having found its purpose, was determined to help every single object, being and entity see.
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