Searching for the Moon

The car traveled down the highway, taking me along with it. As we moved, it felt like the moon was gliding with us, while staying stationary. I couldn’t help but stare at its crescent shape. It was so clear on this night, yet it would never look the same as when I was a child. Back then, I simply saw it for what it was at face value, a sliver in the shape of a half-eaten cookie or even a toe nail clipping. I was mesmerized at how it changed its shape each night, a true mystery. Tonight, it no longer baffled me with questions, the rest of the sphere clearly darker than the rest but still visible. The sun illuminated the small section which shone brightest, reminding me of that childlike sense of awe. Its beauty was still strong, but with the secret behind its shape-shifting revealed, I consumed it differently. I had the entire picture, the full explanation. This happens the older I get. The more birthdays I celebrate in this world, the more I begin to see the bigger picture. Knowing the other half of the moon is out there, even faintly doesn’t ruin the magic, but rather reassures me that the piece we can’t see under the surface is applicable to most things in life. Nothing is 2D anymore as it used to be. Searching for the moon has given me wisdom, understanding, and renewed curiosity, letting the light guide me while always searching for what’s behind it, hidden, backstage; for what is just as important that the sun isn’t casting its light upon.