Nights are scary for few.
Nights are romantic and intimate for few.
Nights are fun for few.
Nights are depressing for many.
When lights go off and the room turns dark or,
when you sit on the balcony and watch the city lights go on and off,
when the breeze of the night brushes your face and the strands of your hair dance to the rhythm of nature; magic happens…
Within few minutes, like a spell cast on us, we become vulnerable and emotional. A plethora of thoughts fills our minds incessantly. For many, the thoughts of the past dominate the present. For few, the happenings of the day get re-winded. Whatever the thoughts are, our mind is occupied with something. It brings joy for few, tears for many.
In this fast moving world, sleep is a pleasure that many can’t afford. Even though he/she projects themselves as “happy” or “frolic” over the sensational social media, each person locks in their hearts their deepest secrets, unsaid things, and dark memories. Many a time, we wake up in the middle of the night (or go sleepless) and start crying for random reasons. It maybe something that happened ten years ago or something that happened an hour back. We cry to sleep. The next morning, we are reborn.
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
As Bapu says, we die each night. We try to burn our pains. We suffocate, fall asleep and reborn to start a fresh day. I guess that’s how nature works. During the day we work for our bread, in the night we silently mourn for our loss, gain hope and fall asleep. A cycle that drives our day to day life. No one can feel happy all the days of the year and vice versa.
We all go through tough times. It’s better to shed our tears than to lock them up.
So, just relax.
It’s okay to feel low.
It’s okay to cry your heart out.
It’s okay if you had committed mistakes.
There’s always a tomorrow… to start a fresh life.
Die every night, so that you are reborn every day.