Early in the morning.

Got up early this morning. Gazing at the ceiling fan and my room filled with bluish hues, all I could say was that this isn’t the way it was meant to be. This wasn’t the plan. I know that this isn’t the best moment to assess my life lying awake at 5am.Tossing and turning in tangled sheets, I found myself really restless. Restless in my mind or body? That was something I couldn’t figure out.

The birds woke me up in the morning. Dawn chorus, I discovered that out of here it really exists. A mob of whistles, tweets and hoots until the sun comes up in the horizon.

At 5 in the morning you shouldn’t think of life. Do anything instead. Get up. Make Tea. Exercise. Have a bath. Go for a walk. Early mornings are a very good way to jumpstart your day. But No, I wasn’t in a mood to do anything, but catch few more z's. But that’s the other point. If this wasn’t the plan, then what was the plan? Where was I meant to be? Anywhere but here. What was I meant to do? Anything but this....