Sleep.

The problem with giving into your bodies’ cry for sleep is that you have to agree that the day is done. Or that the day was lived. Yes body, today I lived, and I will not lie in my bed and wait for the next day, so that like today, I can live that day, the day that will start with the rising of the sun, as if it is the only day that I shall live.

That’s the problem. When has that day ever been lived?

When have we ever made it through the day without a regret? I guess it has happened, it’s just that after a day has been lived with regret, it seems like eternity since the last time a day has passed, twenty four hours ticked by, that we have been able to close our eyes, one or both at a time, at the end of that day, after the sun has long gone down, the black of night taken over the sky, usurping the temporary, eternal power of the sun and thought to ourself as our body gives in, relaxes…sleeps.

When was the last time you didn’t lie in bed and replay today, yesterday, and foresee tomorrow, wondering, planning, hoping, that you will ever be able to string together a few days sans regret.

~ by kevinthomas on March 26, 2007.