When I was a kid, I used to visit my parents during summer vacation.( I lived with my grandparents). Most of the nights we would sleep under the stars in a wide open space, , which people would normally refer by the term balcony, but which we used to call "Bail". Don't know the origins of the name, but we referred it that way( Still do). Might be because it helped us escape the oven like interior.
I would gaze at the billion stars, trying unsuccessfully to count them. On many occasions (almost every night) would point the constellations to my mom. The Great bear, also called as Ursa Major, The ursa Minor, the Orion, also called the Hunter and so on...Point out the formation of clouds and name them. (Cumulus Nimbus etc)
Used to keep rattling names till she dozed off to sleep.
Of all the times I remember only a crescent moon. (Not a full moon, blooming in its richness, but a crescent moon glorious even in its waning state)
The PeRfEcT moon,
The perfect moon becomes perfect only to become imperfect.
It reaches the highest point only to come down again.
The pinnacle is attained to touch ground zero once more.
Its is adored only to cursed later.
Its the same single moon.
Only the perception of people viewing the moon changes.
The moon struggles, lives through the month to attain full glory. But that moment of glory is transient, vanishes the next day. And it doesn't quit. Doesn't quit through its period of decline.
Rises , and rises once more to become its glorious self.
Humans try to attain perfection, but if perfection is relative, perfection is just a perception of perfection and not really perfection.
There can exist nothing that is perfect, its the limitation of humans to look beyond the obvious, and therefore conceptualize perfection, while it can never exist.
The path that we take to attain the so called perfection is more important, and more vital than the so called perfection itself.
The pinnacle is transitory, but the path is permanent.
Someone else can take your glory, but never your hardwork.
Others can overshadow you, but can never prevent you from experiencing your life.
All that really matters is not whether or when we succeed, but the choices that we make, and the choices that we never give up.
What we make our life in the end hardly matters, but the road we trudged upon to make our life is what matters.
The perfect moon is more perfect and more loved when its just a crescent,
We are more human with our faults, when we try to limit our faults and become a better person.
Never ever judge yourself.Accept you as you are, and never let go, till you become what you want to become, and still continue beyond, irrespective of the cycles of change. Extreme darkness can only lead to light.