Tuesday, December 11, 2012

mornings made beautiful

i was never a morning person. in my 3 decades on this beautiful planet, i remember very few mornings when i woke up early to welcome the beauty of the day, the sky changing hues as dawn approaches, the melody of birds chirping atop the trees or the roosters giving their morning call. i remember so few instances when i was awake before the start of day. needless to say,  i am a night person.

*somehow when i leave something like this piece to return to days, months, perhaps even years after, i just couldn't find that mood again.  it eludes me now however hard i try.  it's just gone.  replaced by some other mood, some other inspirations or the opposite.  so much for beautiful mornings.



there is a piece of other people in me. i might be a conglomeration of little pieces of other people. i could be someone or something before. and i believe a part of me will become a piece of someone someday. call it reincarnation, call it anything you like. but the idea that the million individuals living on this planet at the moment is tantalizing.  wouldn't that make one a super person?  interesting.