The Disguised Blessing

Ironically, I realise I have actually been sleeping better, despite living with noisier housemates.

The reason is because: Expecting them to be heard in the later hours of the night, I go to sleep with earplugs and an eye mask, just so I am not so inclined to open my eyes at every single sound I hear, and just so that I won’t hear much, really. The effect is that I actually fall asleep faster and easier, something quite miraculous for me.

So my conclusion is: their noisiness, as much as it’s a source of torment and pain in my waking hours, have actually contributed to me getting better sleep at night. And this has resulted in a happier me during the day, as long as I distance myself from their noise by enjoying the library, class, or cafes around Sydney:)

Who would have known that blessings can come in such disguises.

Beauty in the Forgotten

Sometimes, by a stroke of luck, you come across places so quiet, so seemingly forgotten, that you sigh in pity for the souls on this boisterous and overly-vibrant island who might never come to realise and appreciate such beauty.

But at the same time, you know that it is the very layer of silence and sense of abandonment which gives these places their essence of quaintness and charm. Too many footprints, and the grass will not grow anymore, the birds will leave their nests, and even the sunlight which bounces off our skin might have a different weight.

We are fickle after all.

The Resilient Escapist

I guess one of the most depressing things about escapism

Is that inescapable fact

That one will still need to return to reality;

Sometime, someday, somehow.

Are we ever able to escape, completely?

 

Yet, this knowledge about inescapability –

Doesn’t stop us from constantly trying.

That’s why we read.

That’s why we take pictures.

That’s why we try to lose ourselves in moments of pure, soulful music.

We are more resilient than we think, after all.