Sometimes, I think too much. I am woken by the silence throughout my house. Unleashed in this emptiness are my oldest memories, coldest thoughts, and most harmful stories. They pull at me relentlessly, stretching my mind beyond its own comprehension and leaving me helpless. Today, they have taken me down to the beach at 4 AM.
Laying paralyzed by my thoughts, the sand cradles my body and the moon begins to spread its luminance across the night sky. Across the horizon, you can see the sun’s vibrant reds and oranges emerge. They melt into the sky and obscure the white crescent that had lit up the world so shortly before. As she rises, her bright beams penetrate my skull, creating a haze over the thoughts that had once inhabited my mind.
And in that experience, I have learned the following:
Each morning, the moon surrenders its shine to ignite the sun and her ferocious flames.
The persistence of the sun will always beat out the terror of the moon. Her light leads the way to a future and give us an opportunity to create a past of brightly shining constellations.
Each morning, the sun fights for another chance.
I hope you let the sun fight for you.
