Sleepless in Singapore

Self Discovery 30 Day Writing Challenge

What keeps you awake at night?

Nothing! I'm Nocturnal.

Call me a Night Owl if you may.

The stillness and the silence of the night speak volumes to me. It's when I see the pale moon rising with it's hazy halo outside my window that I reach out for my writing pad and lucky pen.

It's in the pearly moonlight, the twinkling of the stars and the soft, cool breeze that my storylines and poems come flooding to me.

It's at a magical moment like this when I'm at a loss for words and at the same time have to keep my writing pace with my thoughts pouring in at galloping speed.

It's now that the ambience is perfect to draw inspiration from or a conclusion to arrive at.

With nothing to disturb me and no chores to distract me, I can listen more intently to the whispers of my subconscious mind.

It's at this time, that I choose to stay alone with my thoughts and my inner dialogues to write my Memoirs. That was the precise pattern I followed when I wrote and published a few in the past couple of months. And I can't say, how it has worked for me!

But for a petty nuisance upstairs---a blessed nocturnal neighbor who for reasons known best to him/her, persistently mops his/her house while banging and dragging furniture across the floor with squeaks and scrapes only after midnight... all is well.

It's a blessing that I'm not in a deep sleep.

Only, I wish it didn't break my flow of thoughts or rattle my nerves when I'm in the middle of.....CRASH!! There goes...! Whatever was I about to write?!

I'm broken away from the hypnotic spell I always go under when I'm writing with total focus.

Guess I can't have it all. There are other nocturnal creatures around...who are not so hushed and noiseless after all.

But on the other hand, there's something good happening too. A melodious classical music playing on the piano effortlessly, floats from the building opposite mine and lulls me to sleep during my afternoon siesta everyday. Bless him/her.

It more than makes up for my vexation at the jarring sounds from upstairs at night.

Unconditional acceptance of things comes with practice if we all have to coexist in harmony. It balances out everything if peace and stillness from within is the priority no matter what the outer chaos is.

I take the good, let go some, and gain...Plenty✨

Early Bird gets the worm,

Night Owl is rich in wisdom 🦉

----Sangeetha Kamath

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