Sometimes I wonder if just existing in the moment for a little while is alright. If I were to stop trying to have a large purpose in life, even just for a moment. Would I still be important enough for others? The answer is impossible for me to find, still there is peace in the stars and moon each night. In the bristling leaves of the trees in the wind there is calm. Calm and peace enough for me to simply rest my mind. 

Change is becoming harder to accept, seeming impossible to become acquainted with. Still each night the chirps of the coqui frogs help me to sleep. Melded together with the sounds of the flute and piano. Changes I dread are pushed to the back of my mind for a little while. Gone, as I stop to appreciate the music I have become accustomed to, and the moonlight so bright in the sky.

All of the simple, yet complex beauty of the night. It simply exists in the world. There is no grand purpose to it all, so some nights before I sleep it's quiet in my head. After all, if the moon with all of its grace could simply sit and exist. Why can't I for a while? Everything else disappears, there is just me and the night, existing together.