When the night falls
I have always wondered how the night seems different at times. Often I've pondered about what people from different eras used to wonder about the darkness the night brings.
Darkness can be terrifying for almost all of us. We as human beings have always feared things we couldn't comprehend. Maybe it's a good thing in a way that it made us aware, and drove us away from uncertain perils. But the major downside is that we demonized the night too much and too often.
For example, look at some famous legends. Like when the bloodthirsty vampires of the legends come out, AT NIGHT! When do the werewolves hunt, AT NIGHT! the witches go on with their witchcraft, AT NIGHT! And the list goes on and on.
It's like I say BAD,
you say NIGHT!!!
Hilarious, Right?
But can you find some bad legends about hideous creature doing bad things in broad daylight? (Well, if you do find anything like that, it would be news for me; Do let me know.)
Actually often nowadays I stay awake till the dead of night, going to sleep only when the sun comes out. It made me aware of something unique about the time when the night falls. The World around me just dozes off completely as the night progresses, leaving me all alone with my thoughts.
(But I also wish the mosquitoes would leave me alone for a bit too… *_*)
It's pretty strange considering how quiet the place (where I live) gets opposed to the people that inhabit these parts of the town (the areas with dense population).
The awkward silence forces me to face my thoughts, why am I trying to escape reality? why am I running away from my(never-ending)to-do list? When am I going to write that next article?
And these questions never let me be at ease.
So, what do I do to escape this dilemma?
I do what I do best!
WATCHING ANIME…..
Till my head hurts.
Well, jokes aside, I am trying to be productive with the gift the night gives me as I am trying to jot down my perhaps irrelevant rambling or dreams. Perhaps I wish to find purpose in irrelevant dreams nonetheless. But I am anything but sure where that will lead me.
Because no-one truly knows what happens when the night falls.
I ask for forgiveness and thank you for bearing with me, as I try to dream at the end of my pen, when the night falls.
