Ode to a mosquito

To the mosquito that woke me up

Even though in the present moment I found you annoying beyond reproach, the fact that you kept buzzing from behind me instead of in front making it even worse, you have woken me up better than any alarm clock could have. For this feeling of irritation would have been there regardless if you woke me up or the clock. Except, I could have shut the clock off. Seeing that my dream itself told me to reclaim time, I assume it means waking up early. This is what I manifested too.  I think the end for my slump lies in me waking up early as before and doing pranayama.

Thus you have started me on the first day of my journey. I hope it goes well, and I wake up early tomorrow as well. I would like too; as this is a peaceful time and I need to be fully alone with my thoughts now.

I also gained an idea for a reel where I react to your buzzing by pulling out guns and friends with guns and shooting at you. I found it funny in my imagination. I wonder how to pursue it. If I say I want to be an artist does that not mean I ought to express my imagination. So I shouldn’t be lazy. I wonder how to sketch you, dear mosquito, as a friend.

For I see what the discerning mean by opportunity in problems, and I see an opportunity in you for waking up today. It is so random, and incredible, that you have deterred me from my bed today, for sleep is a great addiction of mine. You have deterred me by the sole virtue of annoyance. Thank you.