I've been awake now for 24 hours straight; strangely, I don't feel the least bit tired.
This morning (last night, whichever you want to call it), I watched the sunrise. (I'd have pics but my camera is having 'technical difficulties'). But before the sunrise came up, around about 3 a.m., I found myself walking the lonely streets of my neighborhood. As I walked up and down my hilly streets, with nothing but the breeze blowing in my face and the flip-flopping of my sandals beneath my feet, I had a sort of epiphany hit me with full force. Perhaps calling it an 'epiphany' elicits too many thought-provoking ideas, but 'epiphany' seems to be the right word anyhow, because this idea was very clear, very clean, and a little bit stern in its delivery.
The idea, or rather revelation (heck, I guess it was just a new perspective), was that the streets and neighborhood are completely mysterious during the night. For some reason I feel incredibly adventurous at night; I feel that new adventures lie around each and every corner, even if I have visited these corners a thousand times. During the night, I feel they hold some new and exciting feature I have yet to discover.
Yeah, I'm sure you're thinking that wasn't much of an epiphany, but it brought upon a whole new world of thinking — for me at least: The quiet time we have with just ourselves and/or our friend(s), without interruption, is the most important times we really will ever have.
For me, the night brings on a new thinking — a free thinking, if you will. This thinking is different than that of during the daylight — it seems the daylight brings some sort of harsh judgement upon new ideas and concepts; but the night, with its mysterious and adventurous corridors and alleys, brings on free thinking and unabashed critical thinking. The night holds a special element of spontaneity, where free thought and sometimes goofy ideas aren't laughed at but seriously considered.
I know most people have shared that crazy/embarrassing secret while at night, and this only proves my new 'perspective' even more: We/I feel more free to talk about off-the-wall ideas and concepts while in the quiet of the night. Maybe it's the darkness and illusion of secrecy that the night gives us, or maybe even — wildly enough — we're too tired to really care what the heck we say. I don't know; I don't know if I'll ever really figure it out.
All I know is that I much rather prefer the nighttime quietness and the sense of adventure I feel while walking around at night. I suggest, if you haven't already, to stay up, walking quietly around abandoned streets waiting for the sunrise. Because the sunrise seems to cap off everything you've been thinking about for the past hour or so.
I know from now on I'm going to do this as often as possible…or as often as my sleep schedule will let me.
