A Night Thinker

Once Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” I assume that as human being thinking is an essential element in life.

What if the thinking activity harms your life?

I am quite a thinker, i suppose. Too bad i’d like to pick wrong timing to think. It is regular that I’ve been laying on my bed from 11pm, yet fall asleep at 3am. Wow! My mind loves to fly around in the middle of the night for four hours.

There are many things to think and imagine. My thinking journey might start with reflection of the day, people (my family, friends, or someone special), happenings, and some issues. Above all, i think about things i have achieved and i want to achieve in this life. The most frequent questions are why followed by how. Why is this happening and how do i deal with it.

I know that this uncommon habit is not good for me, especially relating to the health issue. Staying up late for day. People might call it insomnia, but i choose not to believe in them. For me, it is about a realignment of my body’s biorhythm time. Therefore, i prefer not to take any medicine. However, i should overcome this problem soon unless i want to face further serious liver problem.

In order to bring the good luck, i try to think of several ways out. Praying, I ask God to make me sleepy (lol). Setting up my alarm earlier in the morning so that the biorhythm time will be back to normal, just like normal person. I also try to promote good mood there on my bed before i go to sleep. However, they somehow do not work so far.

There i am alone in the middle of the silence, the night thinker.

The Most Costly Point Ever

One more point. I just needed the ball to get into the basket one more time to win the game. After she did a little manoeuvre, my team mate gave me a very good pass not far from the basket. There was only a smaller defender in front of me, thus I decided to go for one-on-one. I flew forward trying to put the ball in.

It was on October 8th, 2009.

The next thing I remember I was grounded down the outdoor court with sands and ashes covering my arms and legs. Then I felt my right ankle was very tight. I thought I had another ankle sprain. I shouted loudly not because of the pain, but I was upset since I might be missing the National College Basketball League (LIBAMANAS) which would be started in two days. My fear was worsened as my mate shouted that my ankle is dislocated, not sprain. The training was dismissed as my team mates and coach took me to the hospital immediately. That was the most costly point ever in my life.

The October Nightmare