The Real Good of a MORNING

I would not say it was a bright morning but those little creases in the curtain gaps allowed for ample light to come bathe my eyelids with some warm and cosy sunshine. That rush of consciousness gave me a temporary heightened stimuli making me sensitive to the slightest sound of the newspaper rustling beside me to the fan wind. The blurry image of my white ceiling almost made me feel that I have achieved Nirvana and entered the after life but then the very next visual of the fan rotating with the most cliched and generic mechanical sound soon pulled me back to my senses. I almost didn't realise the fact that the most important accessory of my body, my glasses aren't at its usual position both on my body and also my table. 

I lazily got up to go search for it, remembering the irony that I have to see and search well to find the thing that enables me to see and search well. I didn't find it just yet but on my way I grabbed my brush and started brushing my teeth while I experienced what a blind man usually has to live his entire life while playing an unknown piano in the air to find the right chord to walk and understand how the world around him is. Finally, after a grave struggle I managed to get my hands on it and soon wore it on my face. For a person who usually wakes up and wears them, to wake up and stay for some while without them felt odd. The first gaze I got at myself in the washroom mirror, that moment of clarity after a rigorous search made me remember the reason why my glasses weren't at its usual place.

I had a busy day yesterday where I didn't even have space to my personal preference right from where my glasses should be placed and to where I was sleeping. I just realised that I had slept on the floor while still in my clothes dressed up from work. I had one sock on and the other is still a mystery even after getting some clarity. I had a small laugh within myself when I saw my messy hair but fully healthy eyes for the ample amount of sleep I had. I proceeded to brush first and then washed my face with cold water that woke me from the sleep completely. 

I freshed up first and sat down for a few minutes to understand what happened from yesterday night to today morning and I had no idea what got me so busy but I liked what it made me do. The right amount of work to keep me occupied the entire day and at night before I could decide what to watch before sleeping while I'm on bed, I was already asleep on the floor. I'm not suggesting that this was an example of a healthy lifestyle but atleast it was not toxic to my body and soul. Waking up to absolute ignorance is a sign that I didn't have to stress out with thoughts in the night before I went into sleep and that is what I call a healthy sleep. Idleness brings out a person in us that is stagnant and plain in both the things we do and also the person we are at that moment. I like being just enough busy to forget the complex nuances that would have otherwise occupied my head rent free with thoughts that are counter productive and convoluted in nature.

That day proceeded to be a good one, it gave me hope that sometimes life is so unpredictable that it shakes us to the core but then sometimes life also makes us so oblivious to the details that we enjoy just waking up to one more busy day of work that we love to do. That is the difference between working on something to fulfill our love in life and working on something we fully love in life. It gives us the freedom to wake up with hope in the morning and sleep wrinkle free at night. The only downside is that the sock is long lost and was nowhere to be found.