2 O'Clock

2 A.M. of Saturday after a tiring Friday. I am supposed to be asleep. But this writing itself is a testimony of the fact that I am not. Why am I not sleep, because I am writing this… so the real question is why am I writing this? I just pondered over this for a few seconds trying to comprehend the answer to the question, still no answers. The question now is, “how am I supposed to know the answer to this question?” Am I in my behaviour exhibiting some cosmic law of confused entity or is this moment the random sample that defies the empirical laws, a black swan, maybe.