Observation of a Lighthouse. Life is a Story - story.one

I'm staring at the ceiling of my room. Light illuminates it through my open window. Off. My room is suddenly dark.
A blink of an eye later I can see my curtains waving in the breeze again. It's night but it's not dark. Not for long anyway.
I wonder if the light ever gets tired from shining through my window. On. Off. On.
Nearby a lighthouse, there is never darkness and nearby your side there is never fear.
"This is a love story", says the fool.