I sat on the windowsill, the night wrapping around me like a thick, comforting blanket. The moon, round and glowing, hung low in the sky, watching silently.
"Why do you always look so calm?" I asked, breaking the stillness.
The moon shimmered faintly, as if amused by my question.
"Because I've seen it all," it replied, its voice soft and steady. "Raging storms, quiet dawns, heartbreaks, and laughter. Everything passes, like clouds across my face."
"Do you ever get lonely up there?" I whispered.
The moon paused, its glow dimming ever so slightly.
"Sometimes," it admitted, "but even in solitude, there is beauty. I find solace in the stars and in those who look up at me, seeking comfort."
I sighed, resting my head on my knees. "I wish I could be like you, calm, unbothered by the chaos."
"You can," it said warmly. "Let go of what you can't hold. Be present, as I am every night, and remember: even when I disappear, I'm still here, waiting to light the way again."
I smiled, feeling a quiet peace settle within me. "Thank you," I whispered.
The moon said nothing, but its glow felt brighter, as if to say, always.
Keep it up dear
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