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And what about the Moon?

We named the day.. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and how do you know it's the name of the day? No, we never ask the Sun about it, nor the Moon. We just name it as one different day to another. Even though under the same Sun, and the same Moon.

What makes it different?
Is it the light?
Is it the length?

No.. Its all the same.
But we do love it, don't we?

To name everything, classify, identify, we collect massive information to separating each other into boxes of group. White, black, christian, muslim, catholic.

But what makes it different?

Oh.. So do you think you are different? You have power, and you're the greatest?

Honestly, darling..
You're not.

You're just the same people, same guy, same girl, and nothing makes you stand out unless the way you treat people.

It doesn't matter how brilliant your plan is, as long as its still in your head and not beneficial for other people,.. It's nothing.

You can't find the meaning of life in between your head and your self.

What makes the Sun feel like shining today?
What makes the Moon feel like reflecting tonight?
What makes the Stars abundantly appears in the dark?

Was it for them? Was it for their head? For their ego?

No..

We aren't really living until we do something to others that they could never pay back.

***

Relax, baby girl. Have a sip of this tea. Afternoon is too beautiful to be spent unhappy. Close that page. You can't find happiness in the place where you lost it. Make a new start. What makes today different than yesterday, is your decision.

Same sky, same moon, but you will never be the same once you decided to.

Stand up and smile. You're too young to be so gloomy. None worth your soul as much as your self. Learn to walk again. Learn to dance in the rain. Its all in your head, baby girl. Its okay, now.

Whatever you're going thru, just remember.. You can always count on your mother.

***

To the daughter, I haven't had.. Yet.

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