All the versions of myself finally showed up to my inner child’s birthday party— the one where no one came— and the room was finally full of love.
My teenage self scoffed at all the dorky cat images on the party decorations. And my oldest self high-fived my inner child and told her about all the cat paintings she has in her house.
My college self teased my teenage self for tuning out the room with headphones blaring metal music. My oldest self simply smiled and sang along to the songs that my college self pretends to have forgotten the words of.
And when my college self spiked the punch bowl, my oldest self overlooked her rebellion, wanting her to have fun while her body is young enough to handle the blows, missing those moments where consequences still felt far away.
The party rages on in a cacophony of different songs and varying styles of dance, and each version collects new injuries; a scraped knee, a self imposed mark, a cut from a shard of broken glass. The oldest self let them cry and then showed them those marks on her body; completely healed with only a light scar to commend the memory.
And once they knew the oldest self as a perfect blend of all of themselves, once they saw their beautiful faces shining through hers, the party-goers celebrated their love and together they ate their favorite cake, which interestingly was the one thing that had never changed.
Until a knock came upon the door and the versions spun around confused, not expecting anyone new. The oldest self shed a tear when the next version crossed the threshold, and was everything who she always wanted to be.
My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
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Just this endless, burning, internal nuclear fusion being held together by gravity, and if that unseen force were to disappear, the explosion would decimate the entire known universe.