The night sky was clear as stars, bright dots adorn the firmament. The moon illuminates the night, the shadows fall long on the earth. She looks up at the most beautiful sight that God has ever created. It was a summer night, one of those beautiful nights that happen occasionally during these months. Hardly a breeze blew, hardly an animal moved. Only the stars make her feel that she wasn't alone. Just as they sparkle for thousands of light years to earth, they give her just as much hope this night. Each of these nights they give her that feeling of familiarity and confidence. No matter how hard the day was, no matter how hard the last few weeks were, she knew that the stars shine for her, they light her way. The way to a better time.
Sometimes these nights are the only thing that gives her strength and courage, because the moon calms her down and tells her of a long forgotten time, of times when people in love swore eternal love on such nights.Where people lived happily together and didn't have to suffer. It's almost like he's telling her all the wonderful things there is to see in this world. It gives her the feeling of looking forward to the future, not to merge with the shadows of the present and the past. How much she would like to listen to the tales of the moon, how much she would like to forget shadows and blackness.
But the feeling that everything is getting better never lasts. As soon as the days are gray and the nights are dark, she falls into despair. Then she becomes painfully aware that she is not a person who believes in miracles. Some days she is sad herself that she cannot think like that. How easy the world would look if you only had the good in mind. How easy would it all be then. But she knows that such thinking is naive.
She tends to see only the worst, but how could she see anything else if the good has never been presented clearly enough to her.Because happy days full of happiness, she says, pass so quickly or hardly exist. Nothing is forever, just the bad. Sometimes she wonders whether there is any good at all, or whether it is just an invention of us humans. On some days she even says that humans were created to suffer. She then believes that life is pointless or that all of this is just a bad dream.
But when the world wakes up in spring and turns into summer and there are those wonderful warm nights, when the moon illuminates the dark shadows of the earth, when the stars shine on us little creatures from so far away, when she believes the tales of the moon to be able to almost hear, then this night gives her the necessary strength to master her life in one way or another. Then she is aware that the stars will light her way and will accompany her in her life. These nights give her the shimmer of hope that she occasionally needs again and again, that despite all the bad, life keeps turning and that, even if only for a short moment, there will be a happy time somewhere, in the distant future ..... but how?She knows that only the stars know.