Dancing in the Moonlight
Death can be death. Nothing else, nothing more. We lose those we love and gain new love. Songs echo in the night, and silence rules all. Canyons fill with water as the great lakes drain, and mountains are forged as the old tumble. Perhaps there is no true end, as there is no beginning.
What is there to say that if there is one great creation, there might be a great destruction. What is one without the other? Life is what we make of it. For all the good there has always been evil, but it is never black and white. Life is defined by the grey in between.
I believe it is beautiful how us humans represent this great in between, the great unknown. To be human is to hurt and love in equal measure, to be strong and yet fall. Life is to live, and to be able to truly live is the greatest gift we are given in our short existence.
One of the hardest facets of life is to recognize one’s own insignificance. To see that the moments that define one’s life are but regular moments in the great continuation of time, contrasted with the countless other experiences of countless other people across history. We are but minuscule fragments of a greater puzzle, and yet to make peace with one’s insignificance is to welcome a better life.
I can’t help but think of how beautiful it is to live. To breathe and act as if there is no end. We are all freaks in our own way. We are born, we will die, and our memories and experiences will fade away with the passage of time. Life is beautiful because it ends. This great finality brings meaning to life. We will love and hate. We will be loved and hated. And I embrace that. There is no running from life, and that’s alright. We all come to bathe in the moonlight.
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What to the moon, is the sun that might soon surpass it,
Through its hallowed days, one might gaze upon its reign,
And wonder the light that might come after it.
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