Write about a time of hope when all seemed hopeless.
The big question is always … What is that light?
Is it a warning not to proceed, a lantern of help, a beckoning summoning you towards something good or a train hurtling in your direction to obliterate you from existence?
What should you do?
Hold your ground until you are certain what the outcome will be, trust in the unknown and leap regardless of the possible dangers or run screaming in the opposite direction for safety.
How can you tell? What reliable criteria can you utilise to make a decision?
And more importantly, are you prepared to accept all consequences?