If I am to create my own calendar, my year will commence months after it has officially began for everyone else (even later than the
Chinese celebrate their New Year). Just like my typical week starts on Tuesdays, my
days start at noon, while my energy and creativity surge profusely at night.
I am a nocturnal being by nature, with my body clock wound
counter clockwise and I still do not understand why experts insist that waking
up late does not compensate for sleeping late, regardless if it still amounts
to 8 hours of recommended sleep (most of the time, even more). They say “the
body knows its proper rest schedule or when it is day or night” and once you
upset it, the balance is tipped and your health is put at risk. But how did
they know what the body knows?
Yes, it is no doubt a complicated mystery under the perennial shroud
of that thing we call ‘Science’, where everything must have a rationale.
Besides, who am I to argue with the so-called “experts”? It does not
necessarily mean though that I fully believe in them or that I will follow what
they say is supposedly true and right. As a nonconformist, I rebel at the
thought of being told when to sleep and wake up. I feel it is best to listen to
my body and heed its signal— to sleep when I feel sleepy and to wake up when it
needs to, regardless of time.
But that is just me in my own utopic universe.
The truth is, we live in a world where everything has been
placed under a certain schedule or order, from where we base the plan of our
own timetables. This is the prevailing state we were born to follow in order to
move in congruence with the rest of society.
Regardless of what the world dictates, my year still starts
beyond January; my week begins any day except on a Monday, my sun rises at
noon--when it is at its scorching brightest, and my nights end when it is time
for the rest of humanity to start a brand new day.