When I was younger, and driving in the car at night, I thought the moon would follow me home. I watched as the moon watched me. And I don’t know why but I found that comforting. Of all the people in the world, the moon followed me. Then, despite growing older, and aware of the truth behind optical illusions, I still looked to the moon following me for comfort, for protection. I knew in my heart that the moon would spend the rest of my life following me and that gave me hope that I should do something good in my life, if only because the moon was watching.