He is never available for anyone else. Those moments in the morning must be of absolute quiet. You can hear no noise, cause silence is what he cherishes. The alarm sounds without noise, usually around 5 AM.
No breakfast. There is a routine. No matter what food is available, it could be sweets, barley, eggs. He just sits down and starts typing.
He is a boat master, a sailor. The journey is straight ahead, the path is already written, the boat never capsizes. It is all about meditation, opening the mind to whatever comes out during the session.
And do not get it wrong. This is not about any spiritual drivel. It cannot be explained. It is only felt once you understand it.
It is all based on a framework of living. A scaffold. A routine that aims to maximize long-term satisfaction while boosting short-term enjoyment.
You can feel it throughout the day. Hard work blends with hard relaxation. Eating healthy while eating aplenty. Many vegetables and lean meat, no frankfurter or similar.
It seems easy to connect the dots, like freckles in a redhead's face. Indeed there is a structure, a plan.
It goes beyond simple goodwill. It is about focused intention and relentless drive. No details are left pending, no action is random.
He does not forget what is really important though. Driving forward while always glancing on the rear window. Cherishing every heirloom and precious memory of time spent together.
You are getting it all wrong again if you believe that it all comes down to non-stop working. His levity cannot be explained. It can only be perceived.
No behavior is set in stone. No action is required. Frequent makeovers make the secret of a warrior. What is never missing is intention. You know every action is calibrated, every action has a reason.
You will never oust him from his throne, cause his throne is made of sand. He never settles. He keeps his ego in check, never moving in the direction of anger or resentment.
You may see it differently from the outside. He never seems available, not only in the morning. He just values his time. He is willing to make exceptions, but only if your request overlaps with some scheduled leisure moment.
It is like a constant flow of water. More like water in a pipe than the water of a river. The direction is set, the pressure is higher. The stream is powerful, the path is always forward.
Being humble is paramount. He may seem cocky at times, but he never steps down from a challenge. A king that picks up the pitchfork to work alongside farmers. Sharing his wisdom while listening to the wisdom of others.
He looks at every experience as learning. He knows the real definition of the word mistake. Therefore he is plucky, knowing that every setback is always a step forward.
He is curious, always looking for something new. Every idea, every belief, every point of view is never dismissed. He likes to poke around behind the curtains to see the real facet of the show.
You can feel him when he is in the room. It is like a magic powder issued with every step and on every action. A mix of sensation which floats and cannot be avoided.
The powder is prickly though. You can enjoy it or you may leave.
He does not see himself as a commander. He is not a religious priest, even if he understands the mental game that is involved in preaching a community of people.
Every setbacks is followed by a rebound.
He abhors every extremism. From religious sanctimonious to racial hater.
He knows that luck is a curcial player. Sometime serendipity is required to get out from a hole.
He may slip, he may fall. Every victory is in stark contrast with every defeat.
He is swift like the wind. No barrier is too solid, he flows through the cracks. Inescabable.
Every one who is in tune with the flow can understand the tension. Opposing forces in equilibrium.
Sometimes his actions can lead to an untoward effect. Eventually, though you realize the intention, the lessons given with a steady tone.
He write every morning, no distraction whatsoever.
He trusts the process. Placing one word in front of the other with wit. Always forward.