distractions of the day-to-day grind are at rest during the late hours of the night. where we can listen to the mind’s careless whispers, otherwise overrun by the noise of what we perceive as the ‘real world’. another bout of meaningless mind calisthenics at the cube farm, watching the financial markets in another roil, your conscience yelling behind your shoulder. all of which are shut out, or at least dormant for the time being as the moon begins its nightly crawl through the stars. ‘listen to me!’ is what your heart silently screams.
and in the solace of silence we can begin to both ponder and get lost at the same time, allowing ourselves to be who we are in careless abandon, without regard for the knee-jerk impulses and soul-sapping commitments that burden our days when the alarm goes off at 5:30am.
each. and. every. day.