If in the morning we wake, some will attribute it to answered prayers. Some will credit healthy living. Others will attest to a solid spiritual lifestyle, and granola.Waking up in the morning might be a good thing, or not. It depends upon a particular perspective. Seven billion people on the planet, seven billion different perspectives—there’s bound to be some difference of opinion.
I wake up in the morning because the sun rises, or because one of the Chihuahuas in my house barks to wake me so that I’ll let him out to go potty.
I open my eyes and that’s that—nothing more to it. I either get out of bed or I don’t. Usually I get out of bed, unless I’m ill, which happens only once about every two years.
Waking up doesn’t come with any revelry for me, yet I suppose some might called my life blessed. I do what I want when I want. I get to navigate the day without dodging bullets, without sorting through rubble to find loved ones, without wondering whether I might step on a land mine on my way to work. The water I drink is potable. The food I eat, for the most part, is well cultivated. My house is warm. I’ve yet to suffer a life-threatening illness. I have no serious physical afflictions, other than the usual “getting old” aches and pains. And yet, I complain about the way things are, and I struggle to get more of everything.
Maybe I keep waking up just to see whether I’ll wake up smarter than the day before.
I woke up too early today. I felt tired but at the same time awake. Perhaps something had disturbed me. So I decided to begin to read a book someone had left here for me to read. I got in the chair. My eyes became too heavy. I went back to bed. An hour later I woke up feeling refreshed. I was amazed at the difference a single hour can make. Then I recalled that the I had read once that the first hour of sleep is the one that does the most good. After a coffee and some porridge I decided to take the sorted rubbish to the various coloured bins at the end of the road. My inner voice, which I ignored due to now feeling now tired-ish, told me to go a different way. There was a cloud of dust surrounding a truck where some men with a loud machine were busily turning healthy trees into wood-chips. Needless to say I walked through the cloud of wood-dust and got a splinter in my eye and ended up at the eye clinic where I had to sit for 75 minutes waiting someone to look at me. Sometimes I'm a complete idiot; and maybe it's a reason I blog?
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