The alarm rings several times. It is only switched off and the slumber continues. The love making to the mattress is too delicious to let go off. As a result it is seldom that I stagger out of bed before 7:30 and guilty as hell for more unkept promises to myself.
What really wakes me though at that time is a crow. This bird religiously comes along in my balcony and starts creating a racket without fail every morning at that time. And he doesn't have a snooze button. The only way out is to get out of bed, open the balcony and shoo him away and then there is no hope of sleeping anymore.
Why is it that it is always the unpleasant things that wake you up and get you on track much more than the planned reminders? There is probably no answer to that apart from a shrug of the shoulders and a "human nature!" remark. So without dwelling into the why of it, it might be a better idea to speculate on the 'what'.
What is really the true nature of all the unpleasant things that happen to us in life? I imagine they are mainly to serve as wake up calls. It might be very well for us to desire a life without any wake up calls at all, but that is a life of slumber. And absolutely nothing can be achieved while sleeping.
Now I look at the crow as a friend. He comes every morning to wake me up and remind me that a new day is here and a lot has to be done. The fact remains that the crow is as noisy and ugly as ever but a change in my attitude towards him has made a world of a difference to my happiness. I only wish now that he would come by earlier. I could do with a couple more hours in my day.
-- Post From My iPhone
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