2 AM

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

6 more hours and I’ll be living the ‘tomorrow’ that I’ve been putting off for so long. The night is silent and serene as always. It’s funny how 2am is technically the next day but many call it night, others call it morning and yet others call it dawn. I have never been a fan of quotes that emphasise on how the day comes after night, like the night is unwelcome. I know they mean well, as in the good follows bad but this seems like a poor analogy.

Some things are all dependent on one’s perception of it. Generalising a concept is something that I have always detested. It applies to people too. Just because most teens love TV shows and fashion, it doesn’t mean all of them do. Just because one person from a specific group commits a felony, not all of them will. It is indeed, this generalisation that lays the foundation for considering one a ‘freak’. Every person is different; common characteristics exist but right at the core? You’ll only find one person with the same one.

After night comes day.
After death comes life.
Even at your darkest time look around because you are never really alone.
You are loved.
― Anna McPartlin

2 am is when everything I’ve left undone decides to make an appearance; all those lost ideas, dreams and forgotten hopes. It’s the moment of the day when you realise that they’ve stayed with you all this while. After being drained of energy all day, this is when I’m drained of exhaustion. Exhaustion. What a beautiful feeling! Being exhausted is like a red flag; it reminds you of every single pending job, every thing you left unscratched on your list. It puts everything into perspective and facilitates me in dreading planning out the next day.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
and silently steal away.
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I’ve often felt like the night and day are like one person, just in different moods. No, not good and bad. The day is the version we are for others. For society. The person we all turn into to just survive and not be picked on. The person no one would complain about. The night is the person who rests after a whole day of pretense. It’s like the time one sheds their outer facade. Just existing as a being, raw and stripped right down to the soul. A glimpse into what it means to truly live.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
― Sarah Williams

This is also the hour when I realise so many things. Deeds and words and lyrics and expressions and everything; everything that was seemingly normal and usual at the time of occurrence. Overthinking takes the lead and I zone out for a while reflecting and analysing thoughts as old as me.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
― Poppy Z.Brite

2am is weirdly wholesome; somehow, it’s the period when all my thoughts call for a meeting. Losing myself in all those thoughts, thirsty for attention is a favourite pastime of mine. Because sometimes, it’s necessary to lose yourself to find you because that is when you really start searching. There is this authenticity and originality to the night that you will never find anywhere else. The best part? It feels new every day. Loving the night doesn’t make me a dark person. I believe in ghosts and the paranormal but it doesn’t scare me. It would be a different story were something to grab me by my neck in the middle of the night but let’s not get into that just yet. I find such entities strangely intriguing. But does it matter now?

People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done.
― Banana Yoshimoto, N.P

It’s interesting how so much can happen at a time. The day drags on like it always does but the nights don’t. They never last long enough for me to soak in that feeling of rawness and solitude. But the good things never do. As they say, the transience and mortality is what gives it a price. I believe that applies to life as well, don’t you?

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Previously on Random Specific Thoughts:
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