I Badly Need Some Rest

I Badly Need Some Rest
Twilight is to fade into a dark and sombre night in a few hours. There are to be a lot of stars shining in the sky, there is to be a moon too, but I shall not be able to appreciate the cool aura lent by the night. I shall be wailing the loss of the day, and all it took with itself when it left me. There was certainly a lot of light and brightness in the day, and it was quite a pleasant time I had with the sun and all its paraphernalia.

The night shall proceed to rob me of all this, and replace it with a cool and clear aura. It shall be of an apparently permanent nature, I shall certainly appreciate the passage of the day, but I shall also mourn the passage of the day. The day shall never be a part of my life again; it had been quite a disturbing time for me, but I shall miss the tension and turmoil fraught in the bright sunlight. There is a typical joy associated with all this that shall not be a part of my life ever again.

The sun has certainly been shining a bit too hard over me, but I have learnt to put up with the heat and glare of the sun. I have developed all the guards required to shield myself of the sunny day. There is to be a great relief in the cool night, I know, but I want the day to be elongated a bit more if only to be in a better position to appreciate the coolness of the night that is to follow. I know the longer I shall be exposed to the heat of the sun, the more shall I be able to enjoy the cool and quiet aura of the night.

I can see all my peers and contemporaries enjoying themselves in a cool and dark shade lent by the night, but I also know they had the best of sunscreen on themselves to protect them from the sun. They enjoyed their time in the sun, while I didn’t find anything worthwhile in the sun. The point is I didn’t have any sunscreen over me; moreover, I could never put on any. Time didn’t let me prepare for the harsh conditions I was to be subjected to. Moreover, my skin is allergic to such cosmetics. Application of cosmetics pushes me away from the crowd. I wish I wasn’t different from the crowd in any manner. The difference has put me before a countless number of negativities. Practically, I have to face a lot of problems in life by virtue of being different from everyone else.

Pragmatically, the difference I court with everyone else is highlighted because of a horde of problems I face in my life. There is practically no way to tone down these problems in any manner. They have to be countered in the face with a lot of gunpowder and artillery. Bows and arrows and spears and shields shall be of no practical use because they have become antiquated with time. These problems have developed immunity to counter an attacks in the form of these arsenals; even modern equipments of warfare are going to be useless in this case.

Problems in my life are going to keep on increasing day by day. Practically, there is to be no end to the problems I shall face in my life. This is to be like the water that flows out of the tap in my wash-basin. Its flow is to continue for a long time, till I turn off the tap myself. The flow is to continue in the tap, it is only the visible and evident form of flow that shall be halted. Unless there is a sharp and sudden cut in the water-supply effected by the municipal authorities, there shall be a continuous flow of water in the pipes; a flow of problems in my life shall never pause.

Since there isn’t a way to hold the flow of problems in life, I guess it is going to be best to develop guards to counter the regular flow of problems in life. this is to be a tough proposition because one is supposed to develop an antidote to the venom that is regularly pumped in. There is no way the venom can be    developed unless the flow of problems is paused in any manner. These problems are only going to increase manifold in my life, there shall never be an end to them. I shall have to change the guarding system and mechanism regularly to be able to counter all problems that shall keep changing in form and shape throughout my life.

This is quite like the flexible manufacturing systems factories have in place to counter the changing demand in the market. There is no way the demand of the customers can be predicted. Industries have to supply goods as per the fluctuating demands of consumers and there is practically no way one can say what the demand is likely to be and what form shall it assume the next day. It is good if one has a flexible manufacturing system in place that can keep changing itself as per the fluctuating demands of the public. I shall have to develop a similar mechanism in myself to counter the different and divergent manner in which life is bent on dealing with me.

I would certainly have been in a better position to appreciate the cool aura of the night had I been exposed to the sun in its hardest form. My eyelids dipped low, but the bright aura of the day had been so strong that there is an impotency to relaxation developed in me. I find myself unable to sleep because of the strong glare of sunlight I have been exposed to.

I hope the night following the twilight before me shall be amenable to some sleep. I badly need some rest.