Train of Thought

I have gone through this thought process many times the past couple weeks, just a little less symbolically. I don't actually hate the physical moon.

Why I hate the moon:

- It comes in the night.
- Which means that it follows behind the Sun
- Which means that it does a terrible job at lighting and warming the Earth in comparison
- Which is because it cannot make its own light
- It only reflects the Sun's light.
- Therefore, it automatically can't be as good as the thing that it's reflecting.
- Because it's not the real thing
- The moon is what's left behind after the Sun is gone.
- The moon is a ghost.
- The moon is a ghost that lingers in the sky.
- The moon is a ghost that lingers in the sky, mocking me.
- It mocks me.
- Reflecting the Sun's light
- Reminding me of a past I can no longer have

Conclusion:

I hate the moon because it is a ghost that lingers in the night sky, mocking me and reminding me of a past I can't have.

But wait...

Why I don't hate the moon:

- I don't hate what it represents.
- Because I don't hate the past
- If I want any connection to the Sun during the night, I need the moon.
- It is reflecting the Sun's light, after all.

Conclusion:

I don't hate the moon because it is my only link to the past in the night sky.


So let's put the two conclusions together...

I hate the moon because it is a ghost that lingers in the night sky, mocking me and reminding me of a past I can't have, but I don't hate the moon because it is my only link to the past in the night sky.


That's quite a mouthful. Let's boil that down a little bit...

I hate the moon because it's there, reminding me of the past, but I don't hate the moon because it's the only link to the past up there.


Okay, now let's separate the two again...


- I hate the moon because it's there, reminding me of the past.

- I don't hate the moon because it's there as my only link to the past.

And now combine and condense one more time...


I hate the moon because it's there, but I don't hate the moon because it's there.



Final Conclusion:


I am one confused little boy.