For some reason, and I am not completely sure why, I have always loved the moon. It always seems really meaningful, peaceful, beautiful, romantic or a combination of those. Melancholy yet cheerful... if that is even possible. And I find it inspiring.
The other day I was driving home late at night, and I hate to admit it, but I was crying. It just seemed like everything that could possibly go wrong, had. And I didn't know what to do. I looked out the car window and I saw the most beautiful, full moon, but just then a cloud passed over it and completely covered it up. My initial reaction was, "Just what I needed, this is just like my life, a vibrant, inspiring moon covered and overshadowed by dark clouds." But then the clouds started drifting away and the moon shone again, just as bright as before. And I realized that, yeah, it was like my life, but the clouds that covered and drowned me now were going to go away and I was going to be able to move on with my life. It was so beautiful and so reassuring that I started crying again, but this time they were happy tears and I knew that things were gonna turn around.
Which they have, it has just taken some time. About a month to be exact. :)