The Calling of the Sun

I have a big day ahead of me, yes. Today, I must be the sunshine, such a daunting task, I know. The sun just got tired of doing its job today so it went away. So unpredictable the weather is. My eyes are heavy today. My mascaraed lashes act as lead weights, making my eyes droopy. How am I supposed to play the part of the sun if I am feeling like the moon? How can the moon be the sun? The two have to work together; I try this daunting task...alone. I fear that I cannot feel like the moon---BE the moon--if I am to be the sun. I am unsuitable for this task: I cannot fulfill the requirements for being the sun, no matter how hard I try. I am discouraged at this. Why would the sun pick me anyway? Did it think that I would actually qualify? With each passing moment, I am more and more assured that the sun is indeed crazy.First of all, how could such a vital member of the universe just decide it didn't want to work? And secondly, to pick ME for the job of being the sun(*I don't even have any previous experience being the sun!) In every aspect of myself, I am the moon--although, I must say, I am flattered that the sun chose me. But seriously, what a calling! It was yesterday. Yes, it happened yesterday; yesterday evening to be exact. The sun had almost retired for the evening; I could only see an orange glow behind the trees, now only mere black figures. I happened upon being outside, flipping through a book "War and Remembrance". As I was about done, a single ray found me through the trees all the way to the valley, where I reside. It was just a single ray, and it shone bright upon me, highlighting my red hair. My eyes squinted. Could it be? Finally my moment under the spotlight?
I am flooded with sunlight; it inundates me. The sun calls me. It calls me quietly, almost a whisper. It whispers through the slight breeze. It calls me to be itself. It tells me to BE the sun tomorrow. In an instant, it is gone. The ray disappears and I stand in the dusk. The sun leaves no explanation for why it has called me. No story. It comes quickly and leaves even quicker. What am I to do? Is the sun seriously going to take the day off? This cannot be. I go to sleep and don't think another thing about it. In the morning I awake, not by the sunshine, but by the beeping of my alarm clock. "Where is the sun?" I wonder. It is now that I remember my encounter with that single ray of sun. The sun didn't greet me. I should have suspected it though. It told me in advance that I was to BE the sun. I crawl out of bed wearily. It hits me: I HAVE TO BE THE SUN! I, of course, cannot shine as bright as the sun, but I shine as bright as I can. Throughout the day, I get slightly discouraged; clouds crowd around me. They cover my good spirits. How does the sun do this everyday? I cannot fulfill my responsibility. I give up as being the sun. The sky is now filled with dark gray clouds, announcing the arrival of a storm. The world is counting on me to fulfill me job; the sun is counting on me. I cannot give up. I muster up all the good spirits I had and finally break through the clouds. The real sun came out then and thanked me for filling in. The sun taught me a lesson: I must NEVER give up. Although daunting the task may be, I have to at least try, not fearing failure or incompetence. I CAN be the sun. I AM the sun.