Take myself to the moon.

Take me to the moon.

I've been thinking lately, how it is about the people. We always want someone to make us happy. Somebody to take us to the moon. One who'd love us. Why wouldn't you find this in yourself? Isn't that just deep inside you? Isn't that what we reflect in others and see it in them alike in the mirror? Just ourselves? How simple is that? How hard to achieve. How tough to understand and find the calmness. My favourite writer wrote once that what we seek and see in other people is nothing else as the reflection of ourselves. The love we give to somebody, in the end, is the self-love.

So, why wouldn't we take the easier way?

I took myself to the moon during my last trip to Sicily. I climb the volcano on my own and have seen probably one of the most beautiful moments captured by my eyes.

Moment.

That's how I would describe it. The beauty of the moment and present. You see, you breathe (this part wasn't that easy as the ashes and sulfur are not the most pleasant smell you can feel), experience. One of the moments when you smile even with your liver ;)

After enjoying the sunset and staring at the moon (in the same time!) I took myself out for a nice dinner. #Feedyoursoul

 

 Goodnight.