The Moon and I

I love the moon, I’ve always loved the moon.

Maybe that’s why I’m a night owl instead of a morning person.

You can always count on me to be the one to say, “Look at the moon!”

I remember wondering, “Why is the moon always following me wherever I go” as a young child.

Maybe it’s the way sometimes it’s red, sometimes it’s white, sometimes it’s blue.

Maybe it’s the way sometimes it’s full or a crescent.

Maybe it’s the way it doesn’t have it’s own light but radiates the sun’s light.

Maybe it’s the way it hides behind the clouds and peaks out every once in a while.

Maybe it’s the way it’s always there – you just have to look for it.

I don’t know what it is about the moon, but I love it.

This is probably weird but I talk to God through the moon.

Everytime I see the moon, I send up a little prayer – it’s like an instinct.

The moon reminds me of the way the days pass by and the nights creep away, but memories don’t. They stay around and linger in our lives as we grow older and live life. The moon is always there, it never goes away. It’s kinda like love.

Whenever I see the moon, everything stops for a few seconds and I feel alive and at peace. I send up a few prayers and smile to myself.

“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me


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