There is a split between the day and the night, both literally and figuratively. The day is when my brave self wanders free. The night is when my timid and timorous soul comes out and explores the rantings and ravings, the unexpressed and unfelt fears and other thoughts. The day is when I feel energised, charged, motivated, fearless, ready to take on new things. The night is when i feel shy, vulnerable, worried, doubtful, reclusive and a partner of silence.
If it had not been for the day? I would still be cooped up in the cage of my thoughts and my feelings, a prey to all kind of gloomy visitations. I would be in the process of planning but not execution. I would feel too safe and protected to venture out, to defy and fight my fears, to take them head on. I would be so cautious that I will freeze where I am. I will remain in my cocooned little world.
If it had not been for the night, I will not have a place to rest my overcharged head and soul. I will not find that unjudging silence which will allow the deepest and unexpressed to come out to the forefront. I will not find the time and space to remember, to cherish, to shed a few tears, to reflect and muse. To recapture the key moments in a softer pastel. To soften the harsh edges of the day.
The bright warm orangish energy of the day and the cool, dark, shadowy, black softness of the night.
Truly, each serves its purpose. And it can do its job better, without the distractions of Social media. Each answers to the needs of the spirit in its own way. What was an accident of nature ( the rotation of the earth around its axis, while revolving around the sun) has its fortuitous effects on us humans.