SKY!
Is this the final curtain call? Has this act of the great play called “Life” finally spoken it’s last lines?
The curtains are closing and the light is fading away.
I wonder who will be there for the encore…
Personal Perspective
Sometimes the world hates me, so I look to the moon for guidance.
Pretending I’m sitting on it’s pale, barren surface I look down upon the earth. There is only silence here, allowing me space for self reflection. The world is so small against the backdrop of the stars and somewhere down there on its surface is my physical self, but I cant be seen. I am but a speck on a grain of sand lost in the immense void we call space. And within that speck lies all the troubles bringing me down.
I suddenly feel calm. My troubles are nothing in comparison to the universe.
I take a breath, long and deep, filling my lungs to the point of bursting. So often I forget that I breathe and this action reminds me I’m alive. I continue to take long breaths, focusing only my breathing and let everything else wash away.
The endorphins are released and I feel better.
As a last reminder, a sealing blow if you will, I remind myself this: If there’s nothing I can do about, why stress?
I’ve been dealing with my stress this way ever since I was young. Those dreaded Thursday afternoons were always the longest walks home. I knew what awaited me behind that front door. The alcohol fueled rage that tormented my childhood was always just a turn of the doorknob away. I was helpless.
Those days are long past, but I’ve always kept this idea with me. I can depend on the moon to always be there, and through my personal perspective I find peace.
