Have you ever wondered why people conferred 'Morning' when the sun rises and 'Evening' when the sun sets? Why not the other way around? Why are we slogging in our little cubicles when the sun is up there calling out to us? Maybe we should work from early evenings to nights before we sleep so that we can all rise from slumber at 8am, have a slow newspaper-and-toast with out loved ones, play catch with our kids in the park, have a decent conversation with our friends over tea or lunch while the sky is bright... It just seems strange that we only reserve our tired selves and whatever leftover energy we have at the end of the day for the people we care or for ourselves. Do you actually think I'm insane? And what do you actually expect if a person who wakes up at 7am to read a whole chunk of statistics stables and complex integration examples, hoping to make it through an hour of crazy tutorial? Peace.
1 comment:
Glad to see my fellow comrad pondering over the meaning of our morning boring lives.. we're fast becoming drones, and forgetting what we want to do or rather what we were meant to do.
keep those thoughts flowing !
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