Conclusion: The Girl and the Moon

Imagination is dangerous. But life without it is lethal. Thus, I end this blog with a story.

Once upon a time there was a girl who talked to the moon. It was her nightly ritual. One night, she asked the moon to give her a shallow mind so that she won't get hurt anymore.

"Why would you like to have a shallow mind? Don't you want to understand life more deeply?" asked the moon.

The girl was astonished. "We don't have to understand life. It is not worthy to be understood at all," she replied.

"Don't you know that your depth is a gift? Not everyone is blessed with that," said the moon.

"Yes it is a gift, and a curse as well. Because of it people laugh and throw stones at me. I just want to be like them. I just want to be happy with simple things. I don't want to get hurt anymore. Because of it, I feel intense emotions all the time that I feel like I am always bleeding inside", the girl complained.

"Very well, as you wish. Tomorrow when you wake up, the depth will all be gone," said the moon.

The next day, the girl woke up and participated in a meaningless activity called routine. Everything had changed.

She stopped talking about her nightly dreams of ancient Persia. In fact, she stopped having any dreams at all. She could not stand reading books anymore because she would now prefer sitcoms. She worked and worked for money to buy the things others also bought. She dressed like others and like them, she talked about the weather and who kissed who as if those were very important to her. She would laugh even at a dropping of a hat. She cared more about how she looks because she was afraid to lose her newly gained friends who accepted her into their groups.

At work she was given orders and she acquiesced without even questioning why she had to follow those orders. Everyday became a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy and so on. And it would not be surprising to tell that she stopped talking to the moon. In fact, she forgot the moon's existence. She knew there was a moon but that's just it.

The girl was contented and happy. She could not complain. Everything in her life was perfect. No more worries and anxiety. No need to think at all.

Seeing all these, the moon wept. It wept nightly that it would be covered with dark, heavy clouds. It lost the girl who was really dear to it. It lost the girl to mundaneness. But then, there were still others.

One day, the girl came across another girl whom the moon was also having conversations with nightly. She noticed that this girl is strange in her entirety. The girl was being laughed at and mocked. People threw stones at her. But that girl didn't mind at all. She just simply stared at an empty space infront of her oblivious of what was going on.

The girl confronted this eccentric girl and told her how pathetic she is but the strange girl seemed like she can't hear anything at all. She just noticed a particular luminousity in the strange girl's eyes.

"What are you thinking? Can you hear me?" she asked the strange girl.

The strange girl looked at her and said, "Do not disturb me. I am talking to the stars."

At those words, she felt a pang somewhere inside her.

Talking to the stars? It sounded familiar. What was it? Why can't she remember?

So the girl went away and proceeded with her beloved routine. But from that day onward, she started becoming unhappy. Everyday she felt that there was something missing or lost, she just couldn't remember. She started feeling hopeless. It happened everyday that she longed to put an end to her misery.

She decided one day to tie a noose around her neck while the other end of the rope is attached to a branch of a tree. It was at the woods she preferred to end her life.

It felt horrible. She was struggling so hard but there was no going back. She only felt her nimble feet dancing through the empty space while she gasped for air.

After like a century of torment which in reality was just about a minute, there was nothingness. Then she felt it. There is no doubt she felt it. The feeling doesn't have a name. At that same instant, she can only see one thing on her mind. A silvery white circle across the night sky. It was calling her. And she felt like she was going home.