A Rivalry Between the Sun and Moon

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The division between the sun and moon is something that’s constantly used to describe things, and often people who differ greatly from each other. Some people think of anything compared to the sun as flashy, happy, loud, and warm. The moon is quiet, somber, ominous, and cold. I think sunny people make those around them feel comfortable and welcome, while those who reflect the moon are there to serve the opposite effects.

But I favor the moon, at least it shows up every night. I believe the moon is the light, and it is flamboyant. It shines bright when nightfall arrives, and it gives you a sense of warmth when everything seems so wintry. The different phases symbolize immortality because no matter how much it changes; its continual presence is eternal.

In the face of the moon, it glistens well enough for you to acknowledge its beauty. The sun is so luminous it doesn’t allow you to stare at what wonders it brings, almost telling you that you aren’t worthy to look at it. The moon is accompanied with stars that complement the night sky and bring out the charm of the shadows from a summer day. Although, when the sun doesn’t have the ocean blue sky to highlight its haughty personality, the only other option are clouds to cover it up, by virtue of feeling insecure. Even though golden hour makes up for that, I like to think that golden hour is the realness that we can’t see from the sun, a glimpse of what it’s truly made of. For that hour is the last hour of light, and it reminds me of someone with one hour left to live, spilling out truths they swore they were going to take to the grave.

It’s just like yin and yang. Yin for when it’s the moon – cold, dark, and feminine. Yang for when it’s the sun – warm, light, and masculine. They both interconnect with each other in their own ways. The sun is a star that is the centerpiece of the day, where it outperforms the glamor of a blue sky, the clouds, and even birds that soar out into a bliss of comfort. The moon is the focal point of the night, outshining the elegance of the stars that make up the constellations, and some occasional dust of clouds that attempt to conceal the alluring moonlight. The bolts of lightning thrashing through the dire dead of night only add to my solace. The rain speaks to me and allows me to offer my best inner monologues that I pretend the raindrops on my window can hear. It tells me that no matter how late the night is, it’s still alive.

The sun’s only offer is toxic, the cancerous UV rays slapping you with sun burns, but apologizing for the toxicity by giving you a tan that lasts a week, and then premature wrinkles by the time you hit thirty. Even if the moonlight doesn’t provide any temporary cosmetic changes to your skin, it gives you an appropriate amount of light to your darkest days. In my opinion, that’s preferable.

With their differences, the sun and moon contradict each other. It’s up to one that decides how to interpret the two, and how they can apply that to their own life. A test to see how people are different from one another. That’s the true beauty of it all: individuality.