I think it’d be nice to water ourselves to grow into the image of a moon. It is one of the most humble balls of energy I can think of. It remains glowing, not in limelight, not in spotlight. It just remains. It shines a light that couldn’t bother an eye or heart. It lives among darkness yet sits content, eternal and unchanging- albeit its phases, it rides as a passenger in cycle; allowing things to change around it but existing concrete in stagnation. I think that kind of beauty is worth adapting.