On Becoming the Moon
Journal Entry, April 10th of the Year 2025
Dear Reader,
How is life treating you? I want to check in with you and say hi! Haven't read much these days, but feeling quite introspective. Last night I hit a realization about something I've been fond of recently, and I wanted to share it with you.
For the past few days, I've been quite attracted to the moon. Every night I watch it, and it gives me a sense of closeness. Something about it is always watching, shifting, and evolving silently. I realized that what I'm feeling towards the moon is not admiration, but identification. I'm not just seeing the moon, but myself in it, or more precisely, I'm seeing who I wish to become.
If you know me well, from time to time I strongly move towards redefining myself. To leave the past and my past self behind, and just move on. Like a door slam on myself. Something like I want to become the moon. As if what I'm seeking is not meaning, but freedom. Not the light, but detachment.
How it changes shape every night, and yet it is always the moon. It moves away from its former phase without regret ad embracing the transformation. It is not just redefining itself - it is ritually dying and being reborn with each reflection (not speaking literally, you know what I mean). Some serenity that doesn't come from silence, but detachment.
Something about the moon makes me feel it never apologizes for what it was yesterday. It doesn't explain its phases. It simply is. And I feel I'd want to do the same.
And wanting to be the moon is not just chasing the moon itself, but I think the moon's detachment from history. It has seen empires rise and fall, life and death, yet it carries none of it. That kind of freedom is what I feel I'd want. But essentially it doesn't mean to escape, not out of fear, but out of a yearning to evolve beyond it. Like you want to be new. Clean. Kill the old selves, burn the archived version of myself, and step into something else - something quieter.
We are not the same each night. And maybe selfhood is not preservation but peaceful abandonment of what no longer fits. We are allowed to be new. I am not who I was. I am who I become. This is liberation.
This is a beautiful and honest reflection. Your connection to the moon as a symbol of change and growth is so thoughtful. It’s a gentle reminder that it’s okay to let go of the past and become someone new. love your writings.