Matters of the dark

I tell myself again, relax, breathe, sleep! But no! What is it about the night that gets to me? I have often heard and read about how people have a hard time turning a blind eye on their problems, in the light of the day.whilst easily ignoring those pains in the something comfort of the dark. But I obviously don't work that way. My Gran often teases my habits saying they're clocked to some other time zone. I just laugh it off. But the silence of the night screams to me, it speaks volumes! As a child this used to scare me, and for a long time I seriously believed that something was secretly wrong with me. (Oh don't worry,Insanity confirmed) may a nights,a scared little girl stayed awake and cried in bed, begging God to let her fall asleep like the rest of the wonderful snoring people. But alas.

But she learned with time that everything we believe isn't necessarily true and that we can choose what we want to believe in. This was refreshing and conventions and traditions broke. She realized sleep isn't the important thing, peace of mind is.
But Gran still scares me, she insists all this lack of sleep is bound to catch up on, sometime.
For now, all's well.
Dedicated to all the insomniacs out there!!

Eternally damsel in distress

Happiness is what makes life livable. When times are too hard and nights are too cold, one holds onto his cherished moments, like a thirsty man hanging on every drop of water in a merciless desert. Every dark cloud has a silver lining right? But sometimes people dwell too much into the negative. One gets sucked in by the notion that when nothing is going right it's just better to sit and not do anything at all. Just let it be, yeah? Let the events unfold, however they may. One ends up taking a back seat in his own life. It's just like handing over the direction of the movie called "my life" to some random stranger on the street, called "fate". For a while it's a joy ride. Enjoy the pop corn, get tanned maybe.! But the funny thing is, sooner or later U'll end up making a grab for the steering wheel. Will it tamed that easily ? One wonders.

Decisions that where once obvious once after now blurred and screwed up to its very limit. One hesitates as to the most tiniest things and believe me it isn't easy. Imagine a spontaneous person losing it all of a sudden. Turning to people around him for a clue as per how to proceed? The worst thing, is that whichever path he chooses, he wouldn't be satisfied. He'll be snacking on and talking about some confused loser in the neighbourhood and all of a sudden, he'll be like, oh am soo him! It ain't no pretty site.