All Nighters.

Most of the time, I love staying up late. The dark atmosphere is my home, or so I have come to realize. There are few things that make me happier than seeing the bright stars in the sky, shining away, forever — and yet, possibly already exploded — and hovering over the entire earth. And also knowing that there’s someone else on the planet staring at the same exact star that I’m staring at.

But sometimes, I hate staying up late.
Excuse me, highly dislike.
Because there are so many things that run through my mind as I’m procrastinating my physics homework, such as now, and I just can’t stop this thinking.

Back and forth, back and forth.

But God gave us these brains, these memories, for a reason. I mean, after all, that is my life’s expression. That everything [including the thoughts that continuously run through our minds] happens for a reason.

But what if they’re not the best of thoughts? What if they’re just careless ideas that I come across, and depend on, feed off of, for minutes, or hours, or days?

Back and forth, back and forth.

The most creative arts come in the latest of times.

But what is time, if not an unnecessary guideline, irrelevant mile-markers, for how to spend one’s life?

Back and forth, back and forth.

~ by Ali on January 7, 2009.