The moon is bright and powerful. It makes people feel things. It makes them stay up until they see the break of dawn, just to have conversations under him. I t brings out the truth of life- the sadness, the brutality, and then the hope. It lights up the night sky, but then it fades off. And then it comes back again. I think the moon is the perfect role model because, no matter how many times the world makes him fall away to pure blackness, it always comes back. It always stands back up to shout that it’ll be here again, if only for the next month.
It’s consistent and honest and it doesn’t wear make up to hide his blemishes. You can see the craters on him, if you look close enough. You can see where it was nicked here or there a while ago. And no one calls the moon ugly because it’s not. It sits thousands of miles away, a whole lifetime away, with stark, undeniable beauty.
Mr. Moon dances with the stars when they feel lonely. It lies with us when we feel lonely. He spends his whole life living for us. And when we die, he holds onto our legacy. It follows us in the car on long car ride. The moon even comes out early in the evenings, maybe to say that it’ll be back tonight; that we don’t need to worry.
I love the moon. It makes me feel loved and welcomed, like every sadness I’ve faced in the day doesn’t matter, because tonight, I’ll go to sleep, but tomorrow I’ll wake up again. Living is hard sometimes, and it makes it easier. Because it’s the one consistent thing I’ve got.
Have you ever had a moon? It’s a wonderful thing. And I know someone, who’s a wonderful thing.
He’s my moon.
