
Originally written in 2006, but realized long before… I stumbled upon this tonight and realized, at least partially, why I love to work late into the night.
I have always thought that 2 am is the perfect time of day. Each night, I go to sleep, hoping to wake up at 2 am. I lie awake and stare at the stars on my ceiling, knowing no matter what happened the day before, or awaited me on days yet to come, 2 am is always invincible.
Nothing can touch you at 2 am; deadlines lose their looming, failures fail to fail. If you lost everything, had nothing left to your name, you would still have 2 am.
When are you invincible?
Image Credit: Renan
Great question. For some, their moments of invincibility come less frequently than once every 24 hours…and it becomes easy to forget that they exist at all.