I hate sleeping
Despite what I said about illness and the rest that comes after, I don’t like to fall sick. Come on, who does?!! Let’s not count those that fall sick for the sake of not needing to go to work. But I think the number one culprit causing me to fall ill is the lack of sleep. I don’t like sleeping. Period. I wish I don’t need to sleep, so that I can go on and on doing things, whatever those “things” are.
But sleeping is so important. It’s the rest before the action. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s the moment before shit happens. All actions are preceded with inaction. Otherwise, we can’t really define action. Well, you can go from one action to the next action, like doing a karate hand chop and then a flying kick. There is a point of rest in between the hand chop and the flying kick, no matter how good your skills are…
So why do I hate sleeping? Something like “I can sleep all I want when I die” comes to mind. So is it death that I’m running away from rather than sleep? Maybe. It’s probably the fear of dying prematurely. But how do you define premature? Now? Tomorrow? 10 Years from now? 20 years? 50 years? If I live for another 50 years, I’ll meet the average life expectancy now. But the average life expectancy may change over time. Who knows? 50 years later, everyone might live to the age of 100 due to medical advances. What kind of life will they live? I don’t know. But still, that doesn’t justify sleeping less isn’t it? We all die at some point.
Sleep when you must. Die when you must. It’s all very simple. And yet very complicated.
I’m going to bed now…
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