Oh, joyous morning people, how do you manage to be so exuberant while the rest of us stumble around in a sleep-deprived haze?
As I watch them, those bright-eyed morning enthusiasts, I can't help but marvel at their relentless cheerfulness at the crack of dawn.
Their enthusiasm for the day ahead seems almost unnatural, a stark contrast to my own bleary-eyed existence in those early hours. Their chirpy conversations and caffeinated optimism are like a slap in the face to my sleepy discontent.
How do they do it? I wonder, as I begrudgingly sip my lukewarm coffee and contemplate the injustices of being awake so early.
Perhaps there's a secret reservoir of energy they tap into, or maybe they're just wired differently, finding joy in the very moments I find most torturous, as I lie cocooned in the warmth of my blanket, surrounded by the early morning silence shattered only by chirping birds and distant traffic, I cannot help but mull over the contrasting worlds outside.
Whatever the case, their morning zest serves as a perpetual reminder of my own grumpy disposition during these unholy hours.
Maybe there's something to be said for embracing the day with such fervor, but for now, I'll continue to grumble from beneath my blankets, silently scoffing at their morning bliss while secretly longing for just a few more minutes of shut-eye.
Oh, morning's here, the sun's delight,
With chirping birds, such pure delight,
You morning folks with endless cheer,
I'd love it if you'd disappear.
Read full poem - Bright and Bitter
Perhaps there's a lesson here in finding a balance between embracing the tranquility of dawn and begrudgingly accepting the world's unwavering enthusiasm that unfolds beyond the comfort of my blanket.
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