Embracing the tranquility.

The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. The city outside was hushed, the usual hum of activity replaced by an almost eerie stillness. It was past midnight, around 3 AM, and the old man found himself awakened from his sleep by the familiar call of nature.

He sighed, a gentle acceptance of this nightly routine, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The cool hardwood floor met his bare feet, sending a brief shiver up his spine. He reached for his cane, a sturdy companion, and quietly made his way to the bathroom.

After attending to his needs, the old man paused by the window in the living room. He often did this, finding a strange comfort in the quiet of the night. The city lights, distant and scattered, twinkled like stars, creating a serene backdrop for his thoughts.

He shuffled to his sleek modern desk, its surface illuminated by the soft glow of his laptop's sleep mode. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button to wake it. The screen flickered to life, casting a gentle light across his face. He logged into his blog, feeling a sense of connection with his unseen readers.

With a cup of warm chamomile tea in hand, the old man settled into his chair. The aroma of the tea mingled with the faint scent of lavender from the air freshener, creating a calming ambiance. He took a slow sip, savoring the warmth and the subtle flavor.

He glanced at the framed photos on the wall, capturing moments of happiness with his family—his children, his grandchildren. They brought a small smile to his lips. He remembered the laughter, the shared stories, and the warmth of those times.

The old man opened a new document and began to type. The words flowed easily, a midnight reverie of thoughts and reflections.

Greetings to all my dear readers,

It's 3 AM, and once again, I find myself awake, embraced by the tranquility of the night. There is a certain peace that comes with these hours, a stillness that allows one to ponder life's moments.

What is?

Contemplating?

Comprehending?

Appreciating?

Enlightenment?

To me, at 65, contemplating is the art of realizing the meaning of life, while comprehending is the act of embracing that meaning into one's life.

A wise man once said, life is a cycle of ups and downs, laughter and tears, soaring through the blue sky and being hammered down below the mountain.

The path that took me to reach 65 was 780 months, 3,389 weeks, 23,725 days.

Looking back, each of these months, weeks, days, and even years, rotated in a constant cycle.

Even now, just like the air that breathes in and out, like the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west. Like the mother earth. Rotating and rotating.

One can imagine a giant Ferris wheel, constantly rotating and floating in a river—the river of time—flowing in one direction.

Inside that Ferris wheel are our emotions and awareness.

He paused, taking another sip of his tea. The city lights continued their silent vigil, and the world outside seemed to hold its breath, waiting for dawn.

The old man continued writing, his words a gentle ripple in the river of time. He shared his midnight thoughts, his reflections on life's cycles, and the quiet acceptance that came with age.

 Getting too carried away by sorrow, sadness, and negativity will slow down the Ferris wheel, sometimes bringing it to a complete stop.

Awareness is what pushes the wheel to rotate and return to its cycle again.

Only by contemplating and comprehending, thus appreciating each moment of the cycles - not putting on blame onto others or over praising oneself, just accept it as is - can one enlighten the perception of life.

This balance ensures the rotation is not too long at the top or at the bottom.

The old man paused for a moment, his fingers stood silent on the keyboard. The old man inhaling a deep breath of the tranquil moment, embraced it and continue.

Dear readers,

What I do appreciate most at this golden age is the moment full of tranquility. A moment I am wishing to accompany me in each passing minutes.

A moment of appreciating and being appreciated by everything surrounding me.

I am humbly extending that wish to all of you, may each passing seconds, minutes and hour of your life, be engulfed in the ecstasy of tranquility

 Love

The Old Man Em Jay.

After a while, he saved the document and leaned back in his chair. The weight on his chest lifted slightly, replaced by a sense of peace. He took a deep breath, feeling the approaching dawn embrace.

As he finished his tea, the old man decided to return to bed. He knew the dawn would come soon, bringing with it a new day and new opportunities for reflection. He smiled to himself, grateful for these tranquil moments that allowed him to connect with his thoughts and his readers.

He made his way back to the bedroom, the apartment still bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. He lay down, pulling the covers over him, and closed his eyes. The city outside remained quiet, a gentle reminder that even in the stillness, life continued its cycle.

And with that thought, the old man drifted back to sleep, comforted by the tranquility of the night and the promise of a new day.