When the world sleeps
A new day.
A new morning.
Monday.
I used to hate Mondays.
For a long time, they stood for obligation.
The first day of a week I had to survive.
Back then, I woke up because life demanded it from me.
Today, I wake up because I choose to.
That is the difference.
Earlier than before
I rise much earlier now.
Two.
Three.
Sometimes even four hours earlier than in the past.
Does it always feel good?
No.
Not always.
But the difference is simple —
I am no longer driven by pressure from the outside.
I am guided by a decision within.
Not the world expects me to rise.
I expect it from myself.
Discipline is not punishment
Many people ask me:
“Aren’t you tired when you wake up so early?”
No — I am not tired.
Because I changed something else first.
I let go of late nights.
Of television.
Of distractions that quietly steal life.
I choose rest with intention.
Five, six, sometimes seven hours — deeply.
Enough.
Discipline is not punishment.
It is alignment.
Energy comes from meaning
Since I began living this way, something shifted.
My work flows better.
My focus is clearer.
My energy is stronger.
Not because I sleep more.
But because I live more truthfully.
When a man walks in the direction of his calling,
his strength multiplies.
Not physically.
Spiritually.
Becoming my best version
I do not wake up early to prove something.
I wake up to grow.
To become my best version —
mentally, physically, and spiritually.
To honor the dreams placed in my heart.
To take responsibility for the life entrusted to me.
Not perfectly.
But honestly.
Grace over everything
I know one thing for certain.
Hard work matters.
Discipline matters.
Love matters.
But above all — grace.
I am grateful for the gift of awareness.
For understanding.
For love.
Amen.