Solitude

For me, the night had a special allure—a sacred time of self-analysis and regeneration. It was during these quiet hours that I found clarity amidst the bustle of the day, enabling my thoughts to wander freely and my spirit to soar unrestrained. With each passing instant, I felt a sense of calm spread over me, a gentle reassurance that everything would be well.

I'd spent a lot of time with my friends over the last week from enthusiastic chats over books to impromptu outings, every moment spent in their company has been a treasure. We've enjoyed the simple pleasures of friendship, basking in the warmth of each other's company and the bond that unites us.

As I looked out the window, the world beyond appeared to sleep softly bathed in the silvery radiance of the moon. In that instance, I felt a fresh perception of purpose growing inside me, a quiet anticipation of the new week.
Looking ahead to the week ahead, I felt a surge of exhilaration racing through my veins.

Feeling driven, I decided to workout a little before relaxing, which is one of the finest ways I can start a fueled fire of purpose. I peacefully relaxed against the wall after 45 push-ups, certain that I had completed my day's work and that the week would be a productive one.