Perspective

“You did not shine on me when I needed you,” said the man gazing at the moon. His eyes glinted and he shook his fist.

“You did not shine when I lost my job.”

The moon was bright and silent.

“You did not give me your comfort when mother died or when I was in that wreck.”

“I needed you to shine when my house burned down and when my boat sank.”

The man sighed dramatically.

The moon was silent still.

“Nobody cares about me!” He waved his hands with resentment.

The moon smiled down on a nearby ant, its glow flooding the night.

The ant gazed up at the moon with thankfulness and wisdom. “You shine on everyone impartially, big and small. Thank you.” The ant bowed low.

Frustrated at the lack of response, the man turned and stomped off. Iin the process, he crushed the ant.

“What an incredibly self-centered whiner,” said the moon quietly.

“A loud and noisy speck,” agreed the sun.