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I didn't have to wait too long. And I didn't just get a sign, I got all the answers.

A lone lamppost stood at the turn. During the day, it bathed in the Sun and in the evening gave light. 

It did its duty fine and gay.

But the passing days settled on it dust and grime.

The dirt didn't let it enjoy the Sun or give light like before.

Its spirits fell.

Then one evening came the rain

Washing away the dirt.

It came for the lamppost

For the lamppost had called to it in dire need.

The lamppost found its light again

And went back to what it loved the most:

Loving itself.

That's pretty much the story of how I got my answers.