And the moon walked on. For that is what he had been doing for years at end. Walking – from one end of the sky to another. Sometimes happy. Sometimes not so. Sometimes enthusiastic. Other times ho-hum. His very nature was to walk, and walk he did.
Sometimes it troubled him to think that he had no light of his own. He was but a gigantic empty ball and but for the sun, there would be no light at all. Yes, the poets wrote their poetries about him, the lovers romanced each other in his presence, the little girls looked out of their windows and sighed watching him but at the end of the day, everything was borrowed. Nothing was his own.
That night, somehow this thought troubled him even more than usual. Who was he? A mere emptiness? A vacuum? That constantly needed a Source to complete itself?
That’s when it happened. A moon moment. One could have missed it… just like a shooting star falling at a rapid speed, here now, poof then. But he caught it. His moon moment. Suddenly it all made sense.
Everything was just the way it was meant to be. The sun was meant to be the sun. Hot, blazing, radiant. The oceans were meant to be the oceans. Liquid, volatile, crashing around. The stone was meant to be a stone, and the tree, a tree. In the great design of life, nothing was amiss. Everything fitted in like a perfect piece of puzzle, one piece intimately clinging on to the other and finally creating the whole picture.
The moon was meant to be the moon. His glory was in being this. He could aim to be the best moon there ever was – but he could never be the screeching eagle or the silent hills. Moon was his part in the play called life and he had to do justice to it. So many years he had wasted wondering why he couldn’t be someone else, something else. So many years he had wasted in crying about his plight, his lack of light. And finally in a moon moment, he knew he was perfect as he was.
To think one is in the wrong place at the wrong time is to put a question on the Highest intelligence. The moon realized that just because he thought lesser about himself didn’t make him lesser in the eyes of his creator. Like the sun, like the clouds, or the stars he was immaculate. Yes, he had his spots… but then, who didn’t? He would work on purifying himself, but not dream of becoming someone else.
Tears fell from his eyes as he walked on the black night roads with stars sprinkled around. He watched the cosmos, he watched the gigantic earth, the planets, the sun and sighed with contentment.
Everything was, just the way everything should be. And within it all, tiny but significant was he, the moon. He knew it then. He completed the picture called life. What a feeling that was…
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