Skeptic Spirit

The moon has a peculiar effect on me. There are moments when I wonder if I am about to loose my mind, and there are moments of clarity. I don’t know which one of those moments this is. Rationally, the full moon probably shouldn’t have any effect on my state of mind, but I can live with admitting to a placebo effect, for what it’s worth. 

I have lived with these shifts of doubt and certainty for quite some time now, and they still remain a puzzle to me. I am sure, they bare much similarity to any form of religion, in which the believer holds on to a sense of comfort, even though science has taken its justification away long ago. 

Truth is, I am only puzzled, when I look at one moment through the mindset of  the other. I am only puzzled, when I am certain. I only ask myself the difficult questions, when I am prepared to answer them.

The problem is, that I can answer the question tonight. And tomorrow I will choose not to believe in it, because I need to believe in something less painful.

I’d wish I could have my full moon dilemmas all of the time.

I hate to realize how much I am fooling myself.