hunger

It isn't unusual for me to wake up in the break of dawn with the sweltering heat covering me up like a warm suffocating blanket. I have always preferred cold weather hands down. Perhaps as a result of having to endure the tropical weather all my life, I love what is inherently something I can never have. Assuming of course, that I have no plans of searching for it. I am not one to settle for something simply because it is what is given to me. I make do with what I have but I do not let myself get caught up in comfort when there is a whole world out there to explore.

I turned the computer on and to my delight, the net is soaring in speeds unlike the last two weeks. Unfortunately, the mmorpg I am addicted to, refuses to patch. I'm not sure whether I'm going to jump for joy because of the faster internet speed or complain that it hasn't yet lived up to it's normal lighting quickness. I think I'll settle for the latter. I hope uninstalling would do the trick. I'm not exactly a techie so I'm going through trial and error here. Work with me people.

There is something else that gives me strength to struggle to get up at such an unholy hour when a normal person would just snore 'til noon - food. While everyone leaves the house to work on their purpose - work or school - I get left behind because my purpose refuses to make an appearance at a time when I need it badly. Waking up at half past twelve doesn't make breakfast all that appetizing, but at four in the morning, when it is just being whipped up magically in my mum's kitchen, the food tastes just right. Warm and inviting on my cold and hungry stomach. I could smell the delicious scent as I type and it only heightens the hunger as excitement rushes through my veins as if demanding that I stand and devour the contents of the pan immediately. You see, I am quite enthusiastic about breakfasts. I don't think anyone could match up with my longing for it after hours of idling in sleep without food.

The desire that is harbored for a significant length of time, without which that satisfies you, only makes the pursuit much more exciting that when you could actually hold it, smell it, when the tangibility of it overpowers your senses, it is as if you could no longer take that feeling of accomplishment. For a second or two, you actually feel alive. Perhaps, that sense of achievement is what we're all really after and hunger is simply the device that allows us to recognize our thirst for it. Our thirst for life.