Nighttime Musings: PART 1

In Filipino culture, there’s this belief that when someone has trouble sleeping at night, it’s because someone else is thinking about them. This idea suggests that a deep emotional connection can impact a person’s well-being, affecting their routines and disrupting their sleep. I haven’t been able to trace the origins of this belief or find any folklore that explains it. It might just be a saying that caught on and spread over time. Regardless, I find myself holding onto this notion tonight as I lie here, unable to sleep.

Is it wrong to believe in something without proof? After all, many aspects of religion remain unproven, yet people still believe in them. So why should this be any different? But if you’re out there with someone else and I’m here attributing my sleeplessness to this cultural belief, it just makes me seem pathetic, doesn’t it? It does, right?

So why can’t I sleep tonight? Earlier, I had a great day, and everything seemed fine when I changed into my PJs and settled into this lonely bed. But now, as the moon rises, I’m back to square one. What’s the real reason behind my sleeplessness? I need a concrete explanation to understand why I’m lying here wide awake, lost in memories of a past that’s long gone.

Then it dawns on me. In the quiet of these sleepless hours, your absence feels more oppressive than any belief or doubt. Missing your presence is the real reason my sleep pattern is in disarray. I searched for reasons and made accusations, only to realize they all pointed back to me. I am the proof, the physical evidence in this mystery I’m trying to solve.

There’s nothing I can do about it since I’ve been banished from your world. Maybe a bit of delusion could help ease this night, allowing me to ignore the fact that I miss you.

So if this belief holds any truth, then I’m certain you can’t sleep either, because you’re all I can think about right now.