So. I’m not a morning person. The idea of having to force myself out of Slumber Land before nature intended is downright unnatural and disgusting.
But, it’s 7:30. AM. Right now. I’m still sleepy but I went on here. I forget which dead and famous philosopher said it, but they did say that the most creative time of day for a person is in the early morn. I’ve also found that late at night, when my mind is too tired to subject my thoughts and ideas through my normal filters of trivial crap, they come out making actual sense and having substance. It’s nice.
Anyway, I really came on just to expel my thought that when you constantly wake up around 10-11 am, you forget how breathtakingly beautiful the sun can be. If you took that metaphorically, I guess that could also mean: when you go around doing things your way all the time, you forget about certain beauties, having closed your mind completely to the option of taking a different route - having a choice. I mean, we all have a choice whether or not to take that next step (and I remember when I took the most crooked path to my 8th period one day after lunch while I had that in mind), but we get so conditioned into our usual decisions that we forget we have options. That’s where the whole problem of functional fixedness arises from. And here I was all proud because I don’t force myself to take the same route home everyday.
All right, well, I doubt this experience, no matter how surprising beautiful it was, is going to make me get up at 7:00 everyday, but at least now I know what I’m missing. And, if I’m trudging through an unpleasant dream, I hope I’ll be conscious enough to know I have a choice.
P.S. Watch The Matrix.
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