I promised myself that I would sleep before midnight over a hundred times.
Sadly, I just can’t keep it.
Lying down in bed at ten in the evening isn’t me. Lying down in bed an hour later isn’t close to who I really am. Try a few minutes past midnight, maybe the sleep fairy would drop down some of her magic powder to get me to close my eyes, take a deep breath and find myself snoring a few minutes later.
Yes, the worst kept promise for me is to sleep early.
I think I won’t be able to keep that promise even if I had to sleep early for my life.
Yes, some promises are indeed made to be broken.
Just like some hearts.
Nope, I’m not in love.
In love with love, maybe.
But there isn’t one person that I couldn’t say that I’m in love with right now.
I’m happy that I’m single, and I’m happy that I am able to get away with what I want to do at this moment in time.
In due time, I’ll be in love with someone.
Even if that due time comes late in my life, I’m sure it’ll be worth it.
Some things are indeed worth the wait.
Like a steady downpour after a long drought, the rays of sunlight after a long night…
Or a big meal after hours and hours of utter hunger.
And the big burp that comes after, and creation of room for more sumptuous delights.
I’m in love with life itself.
Despite all the shit going down in the world.
I love what I do, I love the role I play in the big picture…
I love how art imitates life and vice-versa.
And that is how you give tribute to a higher power, I think.
By loving what you have.
And wishing for others that they do too.