I tried, I really did try.
After half a life time of spending most of my years sleeping in the daylight and coming out in the night time, I tried for several days to adjust my lifestyle to better suit my fundamental biological requirements; primarily an attempt to ease up on my cognitive functions (or lack there of).
But I’ve failed miserably.
Final exams have a way of screwing up any attempt to make any good habits routine. It seems for years now I’ve lived 3 months at a time. It takes one month to work up the motivation to change, one month to attempt to change, and about one month to finally ‘succeed’. And then finals come and screw it all up. For me.
“And have made the night as a covering (through its darkness), And have made the day for livelihood” (An-Naba’ 9-10) In other words the Quran says rest in the night and work in the day (preferably). This is a verse my mother often quotes for me as a divine way of saying “get your butt in bed for God’s sake!” I get this speech even over long distance calls.
Perhaps I’m just not built that way. Perhaps the blood of night owls flows through these very veins. A freak lab experiment to mutate an owl into a man.
I do admit I liked the short period of times in my life when I did sleep early and wake early (i.e. last week). You do get a sense of restfulness in the night and accomplishment in the day. Perhaps because you’re no longer working on your own time zone.
Then again, there is nothing like cracking the books in the middle of the night with nothing but a silent sleeping city and the hooting of night owls in the distance (seriously, I live behind a forest).