As the day goes by and the night takes over, everything starts to crumble. A human being is bestowed with a brain. This beautiful, not in literal sense, body organ is a blessing and a curse at the same time. Actually, brain is the not the problem here; rather, it is the mind. Yes! It possesses the power to store - the ability to recall everything. No matter, how much optimism one has, it will still lead toward a mental breakdown. Isn’t it funny?
Sleeping by the Day Time
By the daytime, we all are dead beings. We are just so obsessed with everything around us: work, family, people, and everything in-between. We wake up, we follow a schedule. It does not matter whether we like it or not, because one must stay busy during this part of the day. Otherwise, we are doomed during these hours as well. And being honest, this business of ours is good. Because business is the real busyness. But, as soon as the moon comes up, the optimism starts to fade down.
Why does this even happen?
The strange silence visits us in the late hours.
The loudness turns into weird loneliness, and it is natural. Because human beings are social animals; we crave for some interaction. When we fail to achieve this target of ours, mind starts to play games.
There is strange feeling of nihilism, suddenly, one-by-one every thought becomes a trap. The absurdism takes over. The mind starts asking weird questions.
What is the purpose of life? Is it worth living? Am I doing it right? What is the end goal? What if I die right away? Even those questions which we never thought of, will haunt us.
Real-Self
In reality, we meet our real selves. The one we hide from others; the one which is no longer pretending. Because there is no one to judge you anymore. It is you and your free-will. You without performing the associated role. Because the sun is bright and it demands composure.
But the moon does not demand anything, other than you being you.
Under moonlight, masks loosen. The room is quiet. The world is no longer asking us to be productive, impressive, strong. And in that quiet, escapism escapes. Not because we planned to do so, but because silence let it happen. And, the moon, becomes witness to our unsaid, unheard words.
And this is where the growth starts.
The doubt we whisper at 2 am might be the beginning of self-awareness. The insecurity might be the start of humility. The longing might be the beginning of purpose.
The moon hears these fragile truths before they are strong enough to survive daylight.
Because growth, my friend, does not begin in noise. It begins in silence.
We like to believe we are consistent beings, the same at noon as at midnight. But we are not. We are layered. Day reveals our structure; night reveals our depth. And this depth is not comfortable at all.
In the end, let the world go to hell. I just want to enjoy my time with a cup of tea. Once the sun rises, these thoughts will fade away. But will keep on haunting till the death tear us apart.
“Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.”
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Peace 🕊
