It’s midnight and My brain has decided that now (right now) is the perfect time to think about everything.
All the things I need to do.
Things I should have said differently.
Random memories from years ago.
You know the drill.
So, I step outside. It’s quiet, the kind of silence that makes you feel both small and strangely at peace. And there’s the moon, just hanging there, unbothered. I take a few pictures—not the best quality, but does it really matter? The moon doesn’t care if it looks perfect. It just shows up, night after night, steady and unshaken.
Maybe that’s a lesson.
Maybe I should stop overthinking and just exist for a moment.
Maybe I should be more like the moon.
