Thursday, 25 April 2013

countdown to the future

It seems like a lot of us are playing the waiting game today in anticipation of the pink moon tonight. The Western hemisphere is being treated to a partial eclipse which will place the moon temporarily in Earth's shadow. The pink moon doesn't tend to actually be pink, but it's usually still a sight to behold. I found my way onto the International Business Times website earlier today whilst doing some research into this. A journalist there has predicted that the spectacle will be 'third rate' and 'underwhelming'. This struck me as a depressing thing to see an adult say. The moon is actually never third rate or underwhelming to me, no matter which state of wax or wane it's in. It's always a sight to behold. It always fills my heart with harmony and wonder. Tonight I may glimpse the shadow of my planet briefly falling onto the moon's surface. Maybe it's the pantheist in me, but that kind of thing is truly life-affirming and awe inspiring.

This dialogue that's been opened up surrounding whether or not it's worth getting excited over the pink moon kind of makes me think about how we receive what we believe. A lot of people tell themselves that their future is never going to live up to what they've imagined, so they're not hungry for it, they don't feel inspired by it - they might even feel scared of it. Sometimes you'll find a naysayer in your life. You know, one of those people who's never happy for you? Always advising you against a course of action? Always telling you about horrible ways you could die if you try to follow your dreams? Naysayers are draining. You can offer them your compassion and understanding, but you can't let them feed off of your desire, so they often get left behind as you cut away the ropes which have been holding you back. There are always one or two cynics. One or two people who already know the movie isn't going to be good. There are people who look down on those who feel invigorated through even the most simple of earthly pleasures. I'd rather be that person rolling around in a field wearing a daisy chain than be the person on the sidelines, snidely stating that the grass isn't all that green anyway.

My (rather tangled) point is that you decide what you think and feel about the pink moon. You can decide that it's going to be amazing to look up at its luminous face and see yourself, for a moment, as star stuff. You can decide whether to feel moved by the shadow we're about the cast over its splendid white expanse. You can choose to feel connected, to feel overjoyed, to feel excited. Some people see the future the way they see the pink moon - it's not all it's cracked up to be. Well, I see my future the way I see the pink moon - it always looks beautiful from here.