Chasing the Man in the Moon 

Something about before that spelled opportunity 

Like anything was possible 

As though nothing was too vast or difficult to conquer the way so many things seem now

There were no inhibitions 

Magic was as commonplace as its absence seems now

Hope echoed in the innermost circle of the Elysium that was our imagination, radiating warmth so that we were at peace inside and out 

And it is kind of hard to acknowledge that it all changed so quickly 

A moment, or some indefinite span of time,

What does it really matter?

The magic is gone 

And reality is here

The truth sharply jabs at us as we try to experience the happiness we once felt unconditionally in the form of an ephemeral high 

Daydreaming of the bliss

That’s the thing about letting go of the past 

It’s immensely more difficult to let go of that which brought us joy than that which was painful

Things are not as glorious as they could’ve been 

We have been stripped of opportunity 

Someday is here, and we have nothing to show 

We ran with all our might toward the grand, magnificent Moon, 

Hoping to witness him up close in all of his greatness 

Only to find a small white speck that we must squint to discern, his true form

The curtain falls, the charade is over

We look around and at each other

Even you look different 

Less patient, disappointment has weathered your soul 

The promise of Nirvana was as fruitless as the chase of the source of the light that we seemed to have made up inside our heads 

There is only darkness now 

Where do we go from here?

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The Reluctant Existenialist Δ

It was almost as if it didn’t matter– yes and no began to mean the same thing. A nod in approval or a shake in denial, a smile in favor or a creased forehead in strain…each of these gestures were useless and of equal importance in their rivaling inadequacy. I suppose some humor may be extracted from this instance of absolute irony. 

Whichever decision is made, however much time is taken to make it, whoever is involved in such a process, what does it really matter? In the end, the outcome shall be. And while it may be different from any other that might’ve occurred had there been a slight alteration in the sequence of events that preceded its birth, worrying about what might be seems as fruitless as dawdling on what could’ve been. 

Lunar Fantasy: The Moon’s Reign🌙✨

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I’ve always found that I feel much more at ease during the night than during the day. There is a sort of comfort in the stillness of the evening, a mysterious dignity that seems lost on the Sun’s reign.  I can think clearly, hear my thoughts echo all around me. I can breathe calmly, in a solitude that isn’t questioned or disapproved of.

The Sun is confident, certain, bold, proud. The Moon is timid, hesitant, humble, modest. I don’t mean to make the naive mistake of suggesting that either is superior or more vital to the balance of the cosmos than the other. The Sun and Moon exist as the most prominent and apparent manifestations of yin and yang duality- there can be no good without evil, no bravery without cowardice, no man without woman, no night without day.

I hope to one day find the strength within myself to experience the universe through the eyes of the Sun, with an inherent radiance and euphoria that allows me to live freely. However, until then, I will continue to seek refuge under the blanket of blackness over me. I will remain silent, curious, and self-contained, hoping to discover parts of myself that are worth reveling in. I will whisper my most intimate secrets to the Moon, and watch in awe as she transforms them into bewitching incandescent diamonds to decorate her domain with.