Closure in serenity

If you asked my childhood self, what the night meant to me, and if I had a night routine, I would have asked in return if people actually had night routines? I would have asked if those people never feared they could go missing in the middle of the night, and no one would know the reason behind their disappearance because almost everyone was sleeping?

Having hated the dark, it’s ironic how I now look forward to being a part of something I once thought absurd. Isn’t that partly, a definition of life? You judge a thing today and the next day, you find yourself in that situation or one that is similar. The mere knowledge of something, being enough to bring you closer to the actual experience. It’s few minutes to 1am as at the time of writing this post. A time my mom would usually walk into my room, reminding me the importance of getting sleep at night.

There are nights where I simply stare at the ceilings, replaying events in my day, and there are nights where I’m filled with an insane urge to turn my life around over the course of the night. There are nights where all I want is to stay cocooned under my blanket, reading a book, the glow from my phone screen, the only indication of consciousness, and there are nights where all I do is scroll through a particular social media platform till I remember I have somewhere important to be at the break of dawn. The influence could only be one thing - Serenity

Going through moments without interruptions from other humans, doing you while the rest of the world is on standstill, pleases me. A time where the world quietens down after the hustle and bustle during the day, moments with littlest or no distractions, hours tinged with feelings from earlier, and a calming sense of tranquility. That’s what I like about the night. The sense of calm that washes over me, whenever I settle in bed for reasons other than sleep. The lone time while the rest of the world slumbers. All these make it worth it.

One thing about the night, is how addictive it is. You stay up late tonight, tomorrow you promise yourself not to, but then you find yourself inching towards 11pm, 12am and the likes, all the while convincing yourself that there’s a reason why what you’re doing is worth it. Night life to everyone has its own definition, and why they feel the way they do towards it. For some, it’s fear of what lurks in the dark, for some, it’s the influence or their daily activities, for me, it’s the calm that is associated with it.

An escape is something we all need one way or the other. Listening to the constant honking from cars, the shuffle of feet in and around your house, down to wanting to make sure you spent time wisely, at day - leaves me with more anticipation for what the night holds. The absence of all the shebang, the opportunity to just be, and be enclosed in serenity. These feelings are amazing.

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