There’s something about the moon. The way it hangs there, quiet and unshaken, watching over the world like an old friend who never left. It doesn’t demand attention like the sun. It doesn’t burn or blind. It simply is - soft, steady, constant.
Maybe that’s why we find comfort in it. Because no matter how lost you feel, no matter how many nights you’ve spent unravelling beneath its glow, the moon is always there. Whispering to the sleepless. Holding space for the lonely. Reminding you that even in darkness, there is still light.
The moon has seen it all - the love letters never sent, the whispered prayers, the tears wiped away before anyone could notice. It has watched people fall apart and find themselves again, standing in the same place they swore they'd never return to. And still, it rises. Every single night.
Maybe you are more like the moon than you think. You have known darkness, yet you are not consumed by it. You have lost pieces of yourself, yet you still glow. You have been through phases, yet you are still whole.
So the next time you look up at the night sky, let it remind you: You are allowed to go through seasons. You are allowed to disappear for a while. And you are allowed to return - softer, stronger, still shining.
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