The Moon
I went to a movie this evening to celebrate the new year. When it was finished, I walked outside, and I was absolutely captivated by the moon. Picturesque, stunning, suspended among soft whisperings of clouds– a full moon. It stared at me, hypnotized me, and so I stopped and stared back. Among people oblivious– teenagers managing to carry on two conversations at once (one with the peers around them and one with whomever they were texting) all while updating their facebook, twitter, and myspace accounts, a middle aged couple rushing to the box office so as not to miss the early showing (babysitters can be quite expensive), singles, couples, families, friends swarming in and out, scattering, waiting, whispering, laughing, embracing–but I could not force my eyes away from the moon. My eyes were desperately trying to paint an accurate representation onto the canvas of my mind because this moon deserved to be preserved in my memory. This moon celebrates the eve of not only a new year but also a new me….. no, not a new me, the real me–the person inside that is begging to be set free.
On this last day of the year, as I watch the hours and minutes slip away, I look forward to the next year with such hope and expectation. I want to experiment, be, create. I want to embrace the life and beauty of every moment. I have missed out on so much because I have allowed myself to exist in an invisible cage, bound, chained, by the expectations of others. But this day, this year, I choose to break free and live my life with passion and pursuit. I commence on a journey to find myself, the real me.