So since the post up there shows 28th, and its 29th already here, albeit its still night, i was inspired to write about the night. So here it goes.
THE NIGHT
THE NIGHT
"Ah the night, the mighty night,
The beauty singing away, the crowning glory of the day
The angels' wrath, the time for a blood bath "
The night. That awe-inspiring and terrifying period that will always be an enigma to mankind.
The night, they say is the true face of nature, majestic at times and furious at others. It is the beauty that seduces you to do things that you never thought you could since it is at night that man's real self comes to the surface, whether black or white or the varying shades of grey.
When the night is generous with you, one is like a star in the velvety sky, their luminosity strikes out. But when it decides to take vengeance, one should beware. Because where on one hand it keeps a tranquil bower for us to rest our heads, on the other it keeps a machete to slay whenever it feels like it. It is the only place where our minds have the capability of spinning dreams for ourselves and of those dreams turning into nightmares. It is, by itself, a part of a balance and an exemplification of that balance in the cosmos.
The darkness heralds both, the death of an old day and the beginning of a new. It finally depends on what perspective we choose to look at it from.In that sense, it is also a mirror of the inner machinations of our psyche. It shows us in ourselves attributes that we are too blinded to see during the day. The darkness strips us down to our core self and displays us to us.It is like the mirror we are too scared to pick up when we think we look too unseemly.
The night is a complex thing for a lowly being like me to discern. So here i end on the hopeful note that someday my writings come up to the high standards that i have set for myself.
Good night
