Like the old days.
This morning I pointed the alarm for 6:00 because I had to study. In the evening I just can not do it, the more I try, the more the concepts enter from one side of the brain to overflowing then the other. It was a one day a few years ago that I thought "why not first go to bed and wake up early in the morning?". I always liked wake up early to see the day that is born, the world wakes up, takes shape and presses his frenetic pace. I picked up this habit in middle school when the morning Question I did wake up from my father who went to work at 6 am in order to revise the arguments of the question and to be able to study those things the night before by force of circumstances had failed to into my head early in the morning to fresh mind could not understand everything the day before seemed to me obscure. Between 6 and 7:30 in the morning I learned the most unusual concepts in philosophy, the more absurd demonstrations of mathematical formulas and more weird physics.
I've always felt comfortable in the morning.
I, my books and a nice coffee.
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