another side, forgotten.

You lay in bed, a million thoughts all screaming to get out, to find their path, their meaning. You have all these great ideas, plans, ambitions. Knowing what you want, you know what you're capable of. You fall asleep with the best intentions only to wake up lost once more. You wake up to a world less clear, less forgiving to fall into your routine.
What is it about the night air that clears my head? Does it take all day for my soul to wake up? My best work is done at night, mentally and physically (what would i do without 24fitness?) I was asked a few weeks ago why? why do i bother? what wakes me up, what gets me out of bed. And i was taken back, of course it's a question i used to ask myself but when posed to be by someone who seemed to really need to know, to really hear an absolute answer, i realized the answer was so abstract, that i couldn't put it into words... perhaps a blog for a more unreasonable hour.

No closure, no end, only tiny beginnings...