A silent companion
I feel the gentle summer breeze caress my face, whispering sweet promises of a brighter tomorow in my ears. The sun is nestling into a tender sleep, biding a final goodbye to the world and taking with it the warmth of the day. Yet, even as it departs, I still feel myself engulfed by the warmth it so generously shared with me throughout the day. As the sun retreats from it’s shift for the day, the moon awakens to cast it’s glow upon the world.

I find myself gazing longingly at the sky in hopes of being the first one to greet the guardian of the night a good morning. In this quiet moment, a profound relief washes over me. What seems like the world’s night feels like a shared morning between the moon and me. Perhaps it is this connection that makes the doors of my heart fly open. The walls I have spent so many years building around it come crumbling down, dismissing my life’s work as if it were nothing. Perhaps it is her ability to witness the world at it’s darkest, to see the secrets that haunt us all. Perhaps it is the way she displays herself — flawed and beautiful in all her phases, from half potential to full potential. What I find solace in though, is the veil she lifts off the world and exposes the true nature of us all.

As I am writing this, I am aware that the sun will rise again, bringing laughter to the streets and warmth to my face. I am also aware that the veil will descend upon the world again and the masks will awaken for their daily duties, hiding away the truths exposed during nighttime. The charades will resume, and that is why I write with such haste, striving to capture the truth deep within my heart before the moon bids me farewell.

The truth is this; being a human is a full time job. We put on masks and pretend to be flawless, forming superficial bonds yet cowering away from those who lift the veil off our face. We display forced feelings, fool ourselves into thinking our hidden emotions aren’t crying to be set free. We become slaves to the secrets that bind us to our ego, ignoring the key that lies right at our feet.

We spend our lives seeking the sun’s warmth to heal our wounds. In winter, we long for summer; at night, we count the hours until dawn; when the day comes to an end, we retreat, locking the doors and snuggling under blankets, our masks resting on the bedside table. I wonder why we haven’t found the courage to look to the moon for inspiration, a silent companion, always present and watching quietly over us. Why we haven’t taken the time to see in her our own nature — ever-changing, flawed, dark and yearning for connection.

I wonder why no one has told us that humans are not meant to work endlessly, why no one has acknowledged our souls chained and yearning to be free.
I wonder if you ever wonder.