Little Things in Life

A Cup of the Moon's Sweetest Song

"What is the most beautiful thing that was ever created?" Someone asked me before.

I didn't respond, for I had no answer, and I had not the guts to tell them that I did not know.

But that does not stop me from pondering on it. from dusk to dawn, I have thought and thought about it. These are one of those questions that have not one answer, but many. It does not take nearly as much effort as, say, a mathematical problem.

But think I did. And now, I think I have an answer.

The most beautiful thing is what I can cup in my hands, but much bigger than two hands. It is bright, that is blinds you, but not until you can find a path in which it leads you to.

It is the light that lights up the dark. It is the round plate, full of holes, yet still so beautiful, even incomplete, even imperfect.

It is devoured in seconds, then left in the dust to rot. It has been used, and it has been taken advantage of. And without it, we would be nothing. It is a source of power, but not as important.

It is second, always second. It can never win, but in my heart and mind, I say that it is perfect and better than just being second.

This is the moon, who can creep up on you with out your knowing. The moon, who can see the world at peace. The moon, who can pretend, can get away with things, because it is second. The moon, who has no responsibilities. The moon who can be young and wild forever as the night stays. The moon, queen of stares. The moon, unrestrained. A queen, untamed.

The moon is what is the most beautiful creation that has even been created, that has ever had a piece of my heart, so long as it is alive and bright. So long as it guides me through my head, so long as it motivates me to make it one more days, one more time.

People see the moon as a sleeper, but I see it as a young, wild, queen, one who lives by her own rules. 

We are queens ourselves, women who don't live for men, but themselves. Women who do not care of what men think, women who make a trouble, who make change to this world. 

Let the moon make the best of you, for it is her that lives in you always, her who will follow you always. Not the sun, the king. But the moon, the queen.