I’m awake at 3 am, desperate to sleep, and full of thinking. The moon is amazing, but it always is. To me, the moon is a magical object; a tiny device in the infinite universe. A tiny cog in an endless machine. And here I am, wasting my thoughts on a horrible little troll who reeks of evil and deceit. I want to remind myself how tiny he really is, and that magical light exists despite his every effort to destroy it. I must remind myself to concentrate on the beauty and the kindness he hasn’t destroyed.
No one should ever be granted that kind of power over anyone. Your light is what you bring into the world, not someone else's to dim. Hope your day has improved.