You dance to the moon
and you dance to the stars
— the prophet denice franke
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The moon doesn’t care how your 401k did today.

The moon just wants to go for a run. No deadlines, no anxiety, no bears.

Just stride, stride, stride, breathe. Stride, stride, stride, breathe. Repeat as necessary.

What goes around, comes around, the moon says. A sliver today, but soon enough it will be full again.

Anyhow, it’s only money, not happiness. You still have plenty of that.

Will things keep getting worse? Is this just the beginning of the cataclysm?

The moon doesn’t care. The moon just wants to go for a run.

Trust the moon.