If you are having a bad day, feeling lower than the darkest depths of the ocean, remember that even the sun needs to fall. Remember, too, that every morning she rises again. She plays seesaw with the moon, even if he likes to cheat sometimes and stay in the skies when it was hers to claim. Sometimes he is so stubborn that he blocks her, in the prime hours of her reign. Does she give up? Does she refuse to rise again? 

Imagine if she did. How they on earth would become blue like the waters and waves that the moon commands. If he took the reins permanently, would not his absolution harm more than heal? Even she cannot sit upon the throne long. How else would her subjects taste what the world would be without her?

 Balance.

We may fall into those dark depths, but we may soon find ourselves saluting the dipping moon, rising with the sun to guide us into a new dawn.