There are moments when slumber is apropos. You would enjoy the somniferous time yet your mind is widely awake, how would you resist? In times like this all that you are thinking is to sit on your couch to reminisce events you had done for the day or the specific time of your life. You can't do the moon watching. New moon faces the earth giving chance to witness the blossoming of the stars by the spectators. Anybody can't resist that, I suppose, and that would be enough. But for me, it never will.
The appearance of the moon at night brings joy to my heart. There is something spectacular on it that few could understand.
The moon has varied emotions like humans. The waning of the moon, the crescent-shaped, signifies its happy moment. The waxing of the moon seems like it is grinning widely to us, prepares itself to the arrival of full moon, the euphoric part of its existence. The splendor of full moon depends on its color or glow. There are times that it reaches its challenging side period. Often times, its beauty reveals its bright side when it is glowing so bright. The end of the moon's reflecting part detests the spirit of moon watchers. New moon is considered as the saddest part because the moon's beauty is not reflected, it is reserved. But actually, the darkness of new moon is its brightest part. We just don't know it has.
Like the moon, my life undergoes different phases.
The waning and waxing phases of the moon are comparable to my challenging moments. I am challenged to compose and control myself just to maintain my sense of balance. Life is tough. It is full of puzzles that I find it difficult to arranged with. Sometimes the puzzles match completely yet often times they are left unarranged because some parts are missing. I tried to fit the available parts just to make my life complete yet the outcome is useless. I seek the reason behind this, I just then realize that the other parts are meant to be found in other people that I will meet as I continue to travel this journey of life. The missing puzzles are intended to be held by them because the gist of this is that, I can't control those puzzles. God placed to the hands of these destined people the puzzles that I am not capable of holding with. This is what I called "HELP". Therefore, the gibbosity of the moon is formed for me or us to be ready for the arrival of the full moon. The confusing part of our existence.
There are times that I am so blissful and seems so proud of myself that I lose sight of the need of faith. I am blinded by the light of euphoria, like the way moon got its light from the sun. I know that it is not bad to feel like this. Man was born to enjoy the moment God has given to him. We are just conquered by our emotions and we tend to overlook the difference of true happiness from erroneous ones. The foreboding scenes of our lives are just the repercussions of what we had done in the past. We are happy and for us it is enough, but the truth is, we gain nothing. Pseudo happiness is a product of yearning to be happy. Thus, loner experiences this (not everyone who is happy outside is excused to be called a loner ---- they are the perfect example actually:). I am unaware by this sentiment and it erred my tomorrows. This is what my full moon's emotion is all about.
After the phase of full moon and slow disappearance of moon's reflected shape, my life tends to be in a condition of perspicuity. The reason why the half part of the moon can't reflect light because it is now the time that it understands its purpose. It is the moment of understanding. The age of perspicacity. That's why it is known as its reserved part because it can perceive things now. The state of equilibrium ruled the scenes of my life. I feel reticent to open up to people because I am aware that not everybody will understand. This is based on experience happened during the waning and waxing of the moon. If I open up to anybody, only few would understand, some are curious and don't care at all. Better to be reserved than letting your feelings ruined by their lack of knowledge of what's good for you or not. Tittle tattle is the irritating part of it. Gossips are rampant nowadays and we can't control its infection. All we have to do is to be not one of them, at least it can help survive the world from devastation of false info and over-rated remarks of gossipmongers.
So this is the result of insomnia to me. I think too much but I enjoy the moment. I pampered or dated the writer in me. For that, I think it is good because I eschew the idleness of my mind and create an output (though not everybody would like it) that suffice me in other way around ---- I express my thoughts in "luna's" way. :)
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