#sun appreciation

And that's... weirdly comforting.

Because taking care of myself is hard sometimes. Eating regularly, drinking water, sleeping at decent hours, being kind to myself instead of tearing myself apart in my own head. None of it comes naturally.

But then I imagine Moon quietly reminding me.

Not scolding. Not disappointed.

Just that soft voice saying, "You must rest now."

Reminding me to drink something. To get under the blankets. To stop pretending I'm fine when I'm exhausted. Insisting, in his own weird possessive way, that I can't neglect something he cares about.

And somehow imagining that makes it easier.

I know they're fictional. I know they aren't real.

But the thought that someone, even a large animatronic, would want me to be gentle with myself is enough sometimes.

It's enough to make me drink something.

It's enough to make me try, even if it's just for a little bit.

And I think that's kind of beautiful.

Do you think the Sun ever feels lonely? Accompanied by nothing, unlike the Moon which has the stars. But the Sun is all alone, just with the clouds. Those clouds which sometimes cover all its light. Do you think the Sun wants to be looked at too, like itself? We can't look at it until it dims its brightness, until its hidden by the clouds, until it's not itself anymore. Do you think the Sun ever feels jealous? I mean, we all love the Moon so much, rightfully so. But do you think the Sun wishes it got as much glory as the Moon (which reflects the Sun's light)? Do you think it desires that poetry is written and praises are sung about its beauty too? Do you think it wishes to be appreciated in general and not just for the beginning and the end, the Sunrise and the Sunset? Do you realise that the Sun is always there? During the day as itself, and during the night as a reflection. Did you ever spare a moment to think about the Sun? The harbinger of all light, the source for all the Moon's shine? Do you think the Sun craves to ask everyone, all of us "Spare me a glance, will you?" Do you think the Sun (like every single one of us) yearns to be loved too?

Sunsets, sunrises

Why can we only see such beauty twice a day?

Why can’t the memory of awe that you experience when you are put upon such wonder stay for longer than just that one dream like moment?