Introduceyourself : Midnight Thought

Here it starts. I am Francis, an aspiring author who blogs about everyday life with a philosophical and sociological point of view. Sometime funny, sometime sad, but always true and authentic. Here is the beginning of this journey and this way of thinking, called the Midnight thought.

It’s dark but shiny. The navy blue indigo December sky is somewhat shiny tonight, filled with dots, and decorated with a large sphere. It smells tranquility — no sounds, no one in sight and the impression of an endless time. It must be cold, I can feel the wind coming through my thin window, December weather is striking, but its demonstration of shiny darkness amazes.

This kind of insight of a lost paradise brings its load of mixed feelings. Tomorrow will be a good day — no, it’s going to be a great day, probably the greatest, I’ll do this and this, call him and him, write her, go there, buy this thing I need, and get my stuff in order. I’m a doer and I will accomplish so many things tomorrow.

Phone rings. Just got a text. Started chatting. Why is it still ringing if it’s on « Do not disturb mode » ?

1, 2, 3, 4AM. I am already tomorrow, but I’m stuck in yesterday’s today. If I manage to sleep now, let’s say, five or six hours, I’ll be up by 10AM, not too bad, I would still have enough time for everything I need to accomplish. With the zombie mode on, but still, I could make it. Only to know I won’t wake up before noon, have a large breakfast that will take another hour or so, and before I can even think of brushing my teeth and step foot outside, normal people are already on their way back home from work, thinking about cooking the evening meal and picking up the kids at school or something like that.

Why not meet every night here? At 2AM, just to see what’s going on and what are we going to accomplish — slowly, very slowly, but surely — tomorrow, when we wake up from our day who never really started and never really ends neither.

By the time I end up this, darkness has let the sun rise, the shining dots are gone, and another one just took its place. The cars are passing by, as I can hear the engines and the horns of the most furious ones. Slow down folks, there is a school nearby. In a bat of an eye, reality checks in, you are not alone anymore. How can it be?

One thing another, it’s January already and I still have to manage these things that I wrote, on a December night, in my to-do list. Stuck between yesterday and tomorrow, between December and January, between what I want to do, what I do and what I should do. Why do I keep writing the word stuck? I’m not stuck, I’m just going at my pace. In the end, all I care about is this shining darkness, this only moment where I can be. To me, this is la pensée de minuit.

by Francis, all rights reserved