Rock and a hard place...

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. And I have become so absorbed in my flaws and faults that I have forgotten the path that I have been set on. To almost delusionally march towards a destiny of grandeur, where my faults will be beautiful in themselves, and all this circus of trying to hide them, will feel like child's play.