Sitting in the moonlight. It's simple, simply sitting. I drove myself through furious action to arrive at this gentle conclusion. What else is there? Sitting, enjoying the moonlight.
The consequences of living for a lark of a thought are unsound. What strength is there in a resolve to better myself by taking on more subservience? I resolve to live, for the sake of living: living is for joy, which I do not have when I obsess myself with striving. Striven, I arrived at nowhere, and lost I sought for some next step. When people diatribe on just being, it seemed repugnant, because it sounded lazy and useless. Were I free, I doubt that I would ever really be lazy. Were I free, I would definitely be useless. Who would use me until I am less?
A moment shared, and a love replied, is priceless and beyond the riches of wages. The insights gained from learning are a treasure unearned in a prison of credentialed thinking. The faithful indenturement of a soul meant for growing is a pity lost in the fresh clean air of spring. The philosophy of this world takes and is merciless; strength resists the myth of captivity.
I lost an aim and gained a reason. Were I perfect I'd have gained a fortune. Since I am human, I gather lessons. In my hope I collect aspirations and dream of gardens, long walks, and passion.
The moon is full, and I am learning her cycle. I respect, and in this period of want I learn the pleasureful depths of gratitude.