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I look at the moon late at night, wondering about the little nothings that seem to occupy the lives of all around me. There are those who look up at the sky, and think about where everything comes from. Why are we here, what is our purpose? These are the questions that are on any one person’s mind somewhere on this green earth. But when I look up, I don’t think these things. We’re here, we are alive, and as wonderful as that feeling is, that is all it is. Why wonder about it when you could spend such a worthwhile time setting about, and enjoying what little time we have?
That is the moon, to me. A sign of life. Of my love of life. Of my love to you. Because like the moon, life revolves. It circles around us and never quite reaches us unless WE reach out for it on our own. Because like the moon, my love may not always be visible, but it will always be there.
