Fusion to Function


Photo credits to @paulinehiew

This is my first time posting something from Daily Prompt. The question isΒ “Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your productive time of day? When do you do your best work?”Β 

As the title indicates, I am a fusion of the two. When I had a good night sleep or should I say an 8 hour to 10 hour sleep I would mostly function actively in the morning, but winter ruined everything! Since my homeland is a tropical country it is my first time experiencing winter and I find it hard to be productive during daytime. I suddenly want to be a grizzly bear and hibernate for seven and a half months and forget about the world.

Anyways, I find it strange being more passionate in writing at night. When everything else is dark but I can see the insights clearly. When everything is still, but my ideas won’t just calm down and will bump into each other. Sometimes, I need to meditate first and be emotional before I write. Strange right?

I want to know the best time for you to function. Just leave a comment below. πŸ™‚

Dyeing my Detainment

Many things in life happen not the way we want them to be. It is like dilly-dallying for answers in an examination when you are unsure of your choices. As a naive creature, I feel like I am being detained now. I feel like my mind is being narrowed and my world is just enough for my needs alone, no play for wandering and exploring.

I am a mere teenager dreaming of traveling, and exploring places, and here I am, given the opportunity to be overseas. Not knowing about the circumstances that I would be facing and without further knowledge of what’s going to happen, I held my heart, gathered my guts, and formed a tight fist then I finally said yes.

I am currently living away from home, and away from such precious people who helped me shaped my being, my family. Although I am with some of my friends and acquaintances, all I can say is there is really no place like home. The first few moments that I experienced when I got here is when I haven’t been expelling waste matters from my stomach (you know what I mean) for three days, because I am much more comfortable at the golden seat in our home’s comfort room. I can’t really socialize with people even though I have this strong urge to connect with them, we really can’t even because of the barrier in our language.

I really don’t know you, but as for me, I am having a difficulty handling culture shock because I am just starting my freshman year. (away from comfort zone)

At first it was really hard for me talking to people who do not know the ‘supposedly common’ language (English), but as time goes, I learned to settle with the things that are uncomfortable and with the things I thought I can’t live without. I started thinking that this ‘detainment-like’ situation is my world now, and I have to limit myself from too much negativity.

I have to start making efforts to cope up with this environment. I have to soak myself to the love of God and start thinking that He did not brought me this far just to leave me, I believe He brought me here with a purpose. I’ve got to do everything it takes, to make the most out of my detainment. I learned that being away from home whom I depended in sixteen years of my existence was challenging enough.

I became appreciative of little things. I know how to stand strong because I know how it feels stumbling. I know how to smile because I know how it feels being in despair. I was like a little kid who started learning about holding a crayon and coloring a piece of paper without direction and limitation. Even though things happen not the way I want them to be, at least I can still say, it is well.