People often ask me why I stay up so late, or how I am so energetic in the day, despite getting 4-6 hours of sleep on average per day. The surface level answer is that I practically intake caffeine intravenously, be it coffee, various soft drinks, or sips turned gulps of Full Throttle. But to be perfectly honest, caffeine is usually my answer and solution only when I have to get work done, and there happens to be not enough hours in the day to accomplish it. I am often guilty to over-committing myself to different things, to the point that I might as well be that fabled headless chicken running around aimlessly. On a deeper level, I simply like the naturally reflective nature of the night, and being a person who likes thinking, there is that fundamental affinity to stay up those extra hours to really let my soul wander. Of course, my vessel of choice is the keyboard, for both music and writing endeavors.
The piano is like the perfect fast-food employee (for the most part), doing precisely what the customer wants (usually); after all, “the customer is always right” (sometimes). The strings are my easel, the keys are my brushes, and the notes are my paints. The only difference, is that if the painter were to perform in the same environment that I am in, he or she would need color-tuned night vision goggles (wouldn’t that be amazing?).
Similar to how I like to practice and improvise on the piano in the dark, I do my best writing when it is late at night, away from all the busy, hectic schedules and appointments that soak up and frolic in the daylight. During the day, my mind is cluttered and my attention is forcibly spread across multiple fronts. However, like Jekyll turns to Hyde in the night, I become calm and collected when the moonbeams shine through the clouds, and the stars invite me out to play. It is during this time, in my conversations with the stars, that I can adapt other people’s styles into one of my own: much like a remix artist records his own version of a well-known song. Something about the clear black sky is so soothing, that my mind simply cannot help but emulate it.
So, why is it that I stay up so late? Because the best part of the day has yet to start when others are heading to bed.
3 comments:
no wonder you dont like to be bothered. calm is good.
i hear ya : ) seems like we're two night owls taking advantage of how awesome it is when everyone else is catching some zzz's. this makes me feel better for being so nocturnal this summer. which needs to be fixed in less than 12 days ... D: !
i didn't know you drank THAT much caffeine ... i thought it was superpowers
To be fair, caffeine is only ingested when the so-called superpowers don't suffice anymore. At any rate, it's only used for busy academic endeavors, not for anything else.
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