during this holiday i've grown a natural keenness for mornings. i think i've finally hit that perfect balance between being a morning & night person. i realised how much of a night person i used to be, looking back at last year's life i was living.
perhaps it has something to do with the fact that i used to hate lucidity. i beat around the bush. i was never direct. i liked lengthy explanations, using 'vividness' as a sorry excuse. i liked surreal haziness, which has a lot to do with nights.
now i'm fond of mornings because this certain clarity has finally got into me, not anything enlightening--just a little more of reality-- like you have nothing hidden under the sun. like you are born again everyday because you always experience the first thirst, the first taste, and the first texture that comes into sight every morning.
a friend told me that my writing is now heading toward a very different direction. i guess i'm just being more efficient with words, so each of them lends more authenticity and none gets wasted. i also want to be a little more straightforward. i still have that haziness in me, though. just in case.
(P.S i still haven't found a job that i really want. now i only have one month left. any suggestion?)