night owl in disguise
It is way pass my bed time but I am still wide awake. Despite my banal efforts to count sheeps and wait for my consciousness to drift into a state of unconsciousness, I was quite unsuccessful at falling asleep.
Maybe my eyes are not used to sleeping this early due to daylight saving time. Or perhaps it is true that when your heart is busy thinking, your mind cannot rest even when it is fatigued.
I need to start writing in my paper journal again. I have so much to say, so many events to document, so many thoughts to express, but I don't know how or where or to whom I should address them with. It can get lonely sometimes...being the only one awake at this lagging hour of a quarter til 2.
I was reading Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez earlier this evening and these two quotes intrigued me:
"He was still too young to now that the heart's memory elimates the bad and maginifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past."
"Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: It was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love."
Does love take time to grow?
Maybe my eyes are not used to sleeping this early due to daylight saving time. Or perhaps it is true that when your heart is busy thinking, your mind cannot rest even when it is fatigued.
I need to start writing in my paper journal again. I have so much to say, so many events to document, so many thoughts to express, but I don't know how or where or to whom I should address them with. It can get lonely sometimes...being the only one awake at this lagging hour of a quarter til 2.
I was reading Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez earlier this evening and these two quotes intrigued me:
"He was still too young to now that the heart's memory elimates the bad and maginifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past."
"Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: It was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love."
Does love take time to grow?