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.