There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
The light of a new day always chases the shadows of the night away, and shows us that the shape of our fears is only the ghost of our own minds.
You can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
The darkness around us might somewhat light up if we would first practice using the light we have on the place we are.