Actually this is a poem; free form poem
The full moon has been shining big on the sky all week, infusing me with Lupine radiance. Today, however, the moon was only 80% full. Ironically its shine was the strongest one of all.
That’s a comforting thought, I think
I can’t believe how lucky I am with all of these things I have got going for me, how loved I am and what a meaningful (by my own measure) life I live
And yet at the same time, I’m really struggling
It doesn’t make no sense
To say I’m not clever enough to grasp it all may be true, but I’m not going to use that as an excuse not to try
Sometimes I think it’s cowardice standing in my way of making sense of this life, you know
How uncomfortable it can be to look into the mirror and
And sometimes other people too
Sometimes they aren’t what you think
Sometimes you know this I know this, and at the same time not
But also have some self compassion
Where is my self compassion
Where did I put it
I’m confused now, because I just discovered it and I’m still not sure
How to use it