Hello lovely readers. I pray you’re all well and staying safe (it’s not safe out there – in every way)
Honesty, I didn’t know how to write this one. After numerous trials I figured this is really my safe space so I should just wing it. Now everyone who knew me about two years ago and before that will tell you I was such an avid reader. You’d never see me holding the same book because I’d finish reading them in a day or two.
The fascination with words and being able to express yourself through words led to this blog. It was great and all until life hit me in the face and I didn’t have any inspiration. However there is a story I’ve read a thousand times and every time it amazes me. Whenever I do read it I feel like reading again and I’m inspired to write. It’s the story that (in what I feel explains it best) “plays the violins to my heart”
Here goes nothing:
“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”
There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only showed her face during the night. She was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness. The sun would give anything to catch a glimpse of the Moon illuminating the beautiful night sky.
Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow.
Just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But they were a world apart.
“Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know” During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.
“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” And those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun.
The Sun could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear. He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.
Here it is ladies and gentlemen. Tell me what you think and do share some of your favorite stories.
Love and light