Little Inklings 2022

She’s so beautiful. The sun, I mean. Look at her! Watch her shine, illuminating the world and filling it with light. She provides life, nourishing the world. And what can I do? I can reflect her rays, barely brightening anything at all. Why can’t I be like her? Why can’t I do what she does? I’m the moon. No one praises the moon. The farmers thank the sun, they bask in her glow. When I come out, they just sleep. They don’t enjoy my light. I suppose I can’t blame them. I’m nothing compared to the sun. And after all, my light isn’t truly mine, anyways. It’s just her leftovers. The scraps left behind by her grace. I take those scraps, and I still can’t be as amazing as she. How can I live knowing that she will always be superior, that her work will always be praised? With every passing day, life seems to get a bit darker, a bit duller. My lackluster existence provides nothing but boredom, a job no one else would take on. I wonder if I had chosen a different path, would life be better? Would I be happier? Would I shine and sparkle like the sun? Would I finally measure up to my brilliant counterpart? I wish I could just talk to her, bask in her glory like the clouds do. But we’re always separated by some invisible force. Our schedules are too different, I suppose. It’s a curse to never visit her. OH, TO SHINE LIKE THE SUN LAEL SANDERS ❜ 26 52