In the day of the night

                                                                

    When all the lights go out, who are we left with? What really does matter? What gives us the sleepless night and make us hope inevitably? Our fear, that deep innate desire we go ahead to search for or do in the time of the night.

I opened my laptop on my bed and adjusted into a position, so I could write something. Writing something makes me feel better; it is like talking to someone or letting out the inner content of your heart candidly without caring about the person in front of you because actually, you just have your writing materials in front of you. 

   Then I began to reflect on my day. When everybody was out who where we left with, what was that indulgence that make us scram to make sure it’s done even if it’s in the night time. Is it just like mid-night snacking that has to be done by that time, because it is a treat? What is that last thing that is left on our minds before we turn off the lights of our consciousness? What is that thing that has to be done secretly without everyone knowing about it and what makes us do it anyway even when we fully understand the nature of the consequence.

   How many of us will like our nights to be turned into day? Maybe just to see, how we can be at night in the light of the day. Now don’t you think that might be our true self? The one we try so much to hide with darkness. The nights we cry ourselves to sleep and wake up bracing up to face our Jobs, schools, families e.t.c. The nights we dream about a great future we expect and paint it delicately with our minds until we actually dream about it or the night we get afraid of what tomorrow holds. 

    For some others, it’s the night we make merry and just plainly get as wild as possible. Or just be lazy and sleep and decide to not think nor spend strength to make merry or bother. In this all, when the daylights come again we run back to our routines, our jobs and everything “we have to do”. And be as we should be, hoping that when the daylight fades into the night  time, we would always run back to that person that we actually are deep down inside. The workings inside our head, the deep reflections, the anticipation and all the other emotions our sense cannot interpret.