When I was young, I used to look at the moon and adore it so much. I was very obsessed with it that I wished I could go and live there. Thought that it was a place with luxurious things, beautiful houses, and food. Maybe because our mother used to tell us to ask for bread/money from the moon. Until now whenever it's a full moon, I can't help myself look and stare at it. Admire its beauty and mysteriousness. How it stands out in the middle of darkness. How it made some things glow. How it gives light to dark roads. How it gives hope to someone. How it guides us from the sky. In life, sometimes we have to be a full moon. Trade our light when someone is losing its light. Gives hope to our loved ones and friends when they are about to give up. Light up their paths when they're hesitant and afraid to go on. Guide them even from afar. You? Who is your moon?