Sunday mornings are usually really late mornings for me. But not this Sunday. With half open eyes as I groped around for my phone to check the time (which is my daily morning ritual). I realised it was too early to be up. 4:20 A.M means its still dark outside. I put my phone away and tried my very best to drift back to sleep. I don't know if it was the heat or just me. But sleep was the last thing on my mind. I finally gave up the thought of sleeping and decided to read a book. I dug around my bed for that book I have been trying to read. I always seemed to fall asleep when I want to read it. "The original plans as outlined by her husband Richard over many a happy bottle of wine...." *zzzzzzz*
Run, run run......*pant pant*. Why am I running? More important question where am I? I looked ahead, then to my left, my right and finally from where I had come, none of it was familiar. Trees, grass and some buildings in the distance ahead was all I could see. The heat was scorchingly painful and I was inappropriately dressed to face this heat. Denims and a tee? Who am I kidding? I wish I was in shorts. I looked around for a place to rest. Suddenly my mind wandered back to why I was running in the first place. Nothing that could have scared me to dash that way was anywhere in sight. Philosophy hits me because I see no other reason. I begin to quicken my steps and finally reached the cluster of buildings. It was a housing locality. I landed on the nearest bench and returned to my thoughts. I wondered if I should sift through the raging philosophies in my head. I finally gave in to them.
Running isn’t such a bad thing. Or is it? Running towards fulfillment of your dreams sounds inspiring. Running away from harsh reality does not sound so good. Which one of the two was I doing?
*Shake shake* “Time to walk the dog!!!” screams my sis. I wake up with half open eyes and waddle into the bathroom to take care of all my morning businesses.
As memories of my dream return I realise that reality you can run away from but sometime it does return to slap you in the face. Too philosophical? It might be. But it’s a thought. Why not we stop thinking of all the things we would like to do? We can and want to do? And just wake up and DO IT!