A love letter to the world

"A morning person" is generally considered to be someone who naturally wakes up early - regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy it. I don't naturally wake up early, and if left to my own devices I wake up at the crack of noon and go to sleep at 2 am. I hate this. I love mornings.

There is something about being awake when it's quiet and the world is asleep. I suppose I'm attracted to the peace and solitude of the early morning hours. In fact, there is nothing more beautiful than to watch the sunrise: bits of sunshine bouncing off of the morning mist as it lazily stretches it's arms out. The earth comes alive, and I'm alive with it. We are alive together, living another day. Mornings are magical.

If I could get proposed to, I'd like to get proposed to in the morning, or perhaps late at night when the stars are at their peak in the sky. It's in these hours when I feel like the only soul alive. Though I can hear the steady underlying heartbeat of the world as we live and sleep together. It tickles my soul as I think that there may be someone out there, like myself, thinking the same thing.

So I am on a crusade, to change my sleeping patterns. I refuse to believe that sleeping all day and staying up all night is who I am. How could it be if I am so entranced by mornings? So good morning, I hope today finds you with many blessings and countless opportunities to pour out your beauty on the world as you are filled by the beauty that surrounds you.

some messed up ideology

I recently found that I assume that my friendships (or future friendships) are dependent on what I can offer people in return for the friendship. We learned a term about this in Sociology last semester, I believe it was called "Rational choice theory" where interacting individuals weigh the benefits and costs of interaction....

I'm worth only as much as I am able to offer the relationship...that's not right, is it?

Just a card game

I don't believe you can be good at Solitaire. Being good at Solitaire would be like being good at life. There is no actual skill involved, you simply try to make the best out of the cards you're dealt. You can strategize all you want but you never know what card will turn up next. Sometimes it means "winning" and at times it means "losing". But who defines what is winning or losing? Can we just simply assume that ending with all cards in four nicely sorted stacks equates a win?

Well...what if I don't want four nicely sorted stacks? If I don't get four nicely sorted stacks does it still mean I lose?

And if not to win, by getting all cards in four nicely sorted stacks, then what was the point of playing at all? Was it to not win or was it to win? Or is it to play the best you can, to enjoy the game and to throw the labels to the wayside and simply learn to live?