A Letter to The Night Sky

Dear Night Sky,

Hello there!

I have been away for so long, and now I wanted to check back again. How have you been? I see you clear and full of stars, but I also noticed clouds getting closer. I can’t see the moon. Maybe, it left you, too. How would I know? I have not been here, and I feel a lot has changed.

I don’t recognize you. I think you have changed since the last time I saw you, Night Sky. Or, I have changed since the last time I saw you. It’s been quite a while and quite a long road. We are not constant and are always on the move. We cannot stop, or else we die.

I am not dead, yet. In fact, I feel a little alive, but it’s scary. The stillness was quite comfortable, and I enjoyed it. I remember the darkness I was in, and it felt a lot less scary than where I am right now. It was my element, my refuge, my friend, and we got along very well. Sure, it was eating me piece by piece, but I was giving my life away anyway.

Now, I have stepped into the light. It’s too bright for eyes that have been used to darkness for as long as they could see. There is so much light, and no one knows exactly where they are going. I am not alone, but since no one admits it, we all feel the same pain and terror in our hearts. Being alive is not fun, although that is a small portion of it. The rest is a shot in (too much) brightness, long unknown roads with beautiful backgrounds but no indication to where they may actually end.

I have been on the road for a short while compared to my peers. Some have walking the same path for years now. We are walking side-to-side, and some just give up. I have given up so much more before to realize it is no more a valid option. I cannot opt to give up even if I wanted to. I feel more alive, more scared, more determined and focused, more willing to fight back than I have ever been before.

But I had to take a deep breath after such a long walk into the uncertainty of light. Standing still in the void made me realize I never want to go back there as I walk weak. It turns out not moving is even more dangerous than marching in doubt toward nothing specific. So, I had to take a deep breath, reach inside of me, and remember why I left again. I could only do so if I talked to you, dear Night Sky.

I am okay, though. I will live to fight many more days to come. “To give up” means nothing to me anymore and “to fail” became a better way to learn. I don’t succeed anymore; I thrive, I conquer. Although “success is the only option” is my life motto, success is no more my end goal. I am leaving a mark. And even though I am physically mortal, I will become immortal. One way or another, sooner or later, we will be reunited, you and me; and I will be remembered.

I am glad that you are doing fine, by the looks of it. These clouds should only make it rain and that it is ultimately beautiful. The moon will have to come back, too, I presume. No one can leave you forever. We just have to walk away for a while before we come back again.

So long as I live, I will return. And when I can’t, you’ll finally be home.

I realize now that you have not changed, but I have.

Until next time,

Yours truly,

Alexander Perspective.