Maybe…just maybe

Maybe there is someone who loves the moon 

Maybe there is someone who came from a deep dark cave and their eyes cannot adjust to even the night sky during a new moon.

Maybe they peek from behind their hand and shade their eyes from the reflection of even a sliver of the sun's light bouncing back through space into their eyes. 

Maybe the light brings knowledge, but their eyes cannot allow it all in at once because it is too much for their brain to process. 

Maybe there is a story where our truest natures can be released from the binds of doubt. 

Or maybe this is a story about the Journey being the thing, and adventures abound as ways to uncover what we are capable of. 

Or maybe it’s really a story about failure, and learning how to fail so impeccably and persistently that you become an expert at it.  

Maybe there is someone with the power to explain the secrets of the universe in a way that I would understand.  I just haven’t met them yet, and I barely know what questions to ask most of the time.  The secrets are many and harrying and often they taunt the imagination with wonder and awe. 

Maybe that someone is me, but the secrets are hidden within a box with a lock and a key that is buried deep within. 

I want this world to be the place for a story about trusting your internal power.  The magnificence that resides within all of us that when we learn to trust ourselves explodes in a powerful burst of glorious divine light.