Looking out upon the moonlit parking lot,
I felt a sense of belonging.
I belonged to the night.
It was empty, and yet
I felt more fulfilled
standing there alone
than in the presence of others.
The silhouette of a tree
in the distance felt like home.
Watching it was like admiring creation.
Admiring the universe.
Admiring myself.
Not in a manner that was vain,
but as a reason for being.
If I don’t stand in awe at
the absurd beauty of it all,
then who will?
Does that beauty even exist if we don’t admire it?
You are more important than you know.

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