Musings

Inner moonlight? What? I guess if I stop to think for a moment, I should understand that all that I am is a reflection of the world in which I exist. Just as the moon has no light of itself, who I am is a reflection of my surroundings. Interruptions during my thoughts only slightly change the words that I say or write, but there is that slight adjustment. It may not ring like my original thought, but it is still mine. That adjustment is generally what needs to be made. My original thoughts can be harsh and unbending, but the afterthought comes out much smoother. It is like the cycles of the moon. There is only one time during the cycle of the moon when it is full. The rest of the time it is either waning or growing. Then, there is still the time when it is not visible at all. The more I think about it, the more I like the light within me. It is much more acceptable than the me I am so tempted to be. What I put down on paper or when I say what I have to say, I’m glad I take the time to reflect the world around me.