I wake up at 5am when even the birds aren’t awake and I start my day

When I was a teenager, it would have been murder to me to wake up at 5am. No matter what time I went to bed, I would still have liked to wake up at 10 or 11am, if not later. As time goes on, and I get older, I haven’t reduced the amount of sleep I need. I still sleep about 9–10 hours a night. But, I know that I fall asleep earlier and wake up earlier and earlier.
I usually fall asleep around 8 or 9pm, and wake up around 5 am. Maybe the latest at 6am.

It doesn’t matter how late I fall asleep, or how I slept. As soon as the sun starts peeking its sunny head into my city, I wake up. I am awake as if someone poked me with a curling iron. I jump out of bed, eager, and excited to take on the day, more and more every single day.

There’s so much I want to do before I die. There’s so much I would like to be remembered for. And that all requires that I function at the peak of my ability. The absolute peak for me is in the morning time.

The earlier I wake up, the darker it is, the more relaxed I feel about my mornings.

I know that I have hours and hours of work time left before I have to go back into dreamworld. It is sometimes an annoyance, being so human, and requiring sleep, and rest, and nourishment. Why can’t we all be robots, and use all of our time on this planet to the fullest?

But of course, that is not the case for me. I am fully human that needs a lot of rest.

All I can do is sharpen my saw, take care of my body, exercise, meditate, do yoga, eat well, so that I can be stronger during the day, more alert, and get all of my work done to the best of my ability.

I do not yawn during my days. It isn’t necessary. I am not tired, nor am I bored.

I have a limited amount of time on this planet. I remind myself of this fact, over and over and over again. Limited time, which means that already, at this moment of time, I have lost a few seconds, and another few seconds, and another few seconds here. So time keeps on ticking, and I keep on trying to catch up.

I have work to do here. Some work that means something to me, but perhaps, nothing to anyone else. I am doing this work, because I want to do this work, because it’s important for me to do this work, because I would die if I didn’t do this work, because it is my life.

My life.

That’s how it all goes.

So I wake up at 5am every morning, and I do my work. I write my words. I create my videos. And I hope that I will get many more of these moments to do my work. I love it all. I am so grateful to be alive. I am grateful I have this time on this planet to do all of this awesome work.

Isn’t that the point of being alive? To be ever so grateful for being allowed to be alive?

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