The Difference Is Night And Day

Currently Listening To :: This Is My World :: Darius Rucker

As I was walking up the stairs to work after what turned out to be an unexpectedly big weekend, I thought to myself:

"I wonder if it's natural for some people to embrace the morning, and others to shun it. If I was born in the morning, would I be more of a morning person than I am?"

Although my theory proved to be false (I was born in the morning), I still marvel at people who seem to be high on life in the morning. Maybe they're glad to be alive everyday; everyone should live like that, but if I used that much energy to be happy that early, I'd be alseep by noon...everyday.

On another note, it'll be my birthday soon. I seem to have this innate ability to post when my birthday is nearing, but it's probably the yearly navel-gazing that is going on in my subconscious.

I've been ignoring my inner voice for the longest time now - it's not like I haven't had anything to say, but perhaps I miss writing for a (however small) readership. I once had fanciful notions of seeing my blog up in online lights, but writing so close to home is never sustainable, especially when there's never that much drama in my life.

...Amor est magis cognitivus quam cognitio - we know things better through love than through knowledge...

A friend once said that my best writing was when I had something to be sad about, and I guess I haven't truly been sad in a long time. Experience over understanding, empathy over sympathy, pain over perception; can my writing be just as good without these things?

Night and day, day and night...

...good morning.