Confessions of a certified midnight owl.

Midnight again and I honestly do not know if I am a human being trying to sleep or an owl trying to pretend. The house is quiet, the street lights are doing their best and everywhere feels calm except my head. It is almost 3am and I am wide awake like I have an appointment with the moon amd the most romantic part of nature.

Sometimes I wonder when this became my lifestyle. what have I done to myself? When did midnight stop being a time to rest and start becoming a time to think, build, imagine and even feel more alive. During the day everything is loud. We normally get a billion notifications, responsibilities, even movements to make whether imposed or not but at night it feels like the world reduces its volume just for people like us. I like how nature respects the Owls and make sure we enjoy a peaceful and productive night.

I stepped outside for a few minutes earlier. Just a short walk, not like there was any real reason except to breathe different air, the security lights tried to fight the darkness but the darkness was deeper. Powerful. Almost proud of itself. I like that about midnight. It does not compete. It simply exists and lets you feel it fully.

On my way back I noticed my shadow again. That tall dramatic version of me that only appears when the lights hit right so then i slowed down just to watch it move. It looked confident , even taller than my doubts lol. The shadow looked bigger than my fears. Funny how shadows can look stronger than the body creating them I actually saw more muscles in my shadow (😂)Maybe that is how potential works too.

I came back inside and opened my laptop even though I told myself I would not i Just needed to make one small adjustment on the article inwas writing. Also i was trying to complete a little project I’ve been building with some codes. Just one small line of code can give you a whole lotta work if anything goes wrong and i think thats part of whats been tiring. You know how that story goes, one m adjustment becomes ten. Ten becomes an hour. Suddenly I am deep inside ideas, fixing things, connecting pieces, building something that did not exist yesterday.

Midnight does something to creativity. It unlocks a calm kind of focus wirhout any single iota of pressure. Also we know at midnight we have no audience. Just you and what you are building I feel like my thoughts are clearer when the world is asleep. Maybe it is because there is no noise trying to compete with them.

People think night owls are just people who cannot sleep. But sometimes we are just people who think better in silence. People who create better when nobody is watching. People who find clarity in darkness instead of fear. Thats who we are. WE ARE NIGHT OWLS!

It is almost morning now and I promised myself I would not be caught writing by this time again but again here I am. Typing, smiling, thinking and existing between yesterday and today. i can bet i am not the only one locked in this illusion

If you are awake reading this, maybe you understand. Maybe you are also negotiating with sleep while chasing a thought. Maybe your shadow is also taller at night.

Goodnight midnight letters. Or good morning. At this point they are the same thing.

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