I learned to cherish her by understanding the moon.
The moon was mysterious, sometimes she appeared as a full moon showing all of herself, sometimes she disappeared like she did not exist. She passed all the stages to finally bloom and when she bloomed it felt like, nothing can be prettier than she was. Then her charm faded, day by day to finally lose all of herself and perish. When she was all, she was the same moon and even when she was none, she was the same moon. From this I understood that there was a hidden secret that connected the polarities together.
Whenever there was love, there surely was hate. Whenever there was contentment, there surely was dissatisfaction. Whenever there was an union, there surely was a separation. Whenever there was life, there surely was death. It could not be otherwise.
And if I were to fully acknowledge something, it was only through understanding the hidden secret that bound all of these together. And that secret was acceptance. It was accepting that the both sides existed.
Just like accepting the moon meant accepting the full moon as well as the new moon. I learned to accept her, in her radiance as well as in her darkness. I learned to accept her, in her presence as well as in her absence. I learned to accept her, when she came and I learned to accept her, when she didn’t. I simply learned to cherish her, by understanding the moon.
19 Feb 2019
