A Thought
Something that keeps me up at night...
We as children never want to go to bed for fear of missing out, now as adults we want nothing more than to go to sleep. We want to sleep so badly that we will drug ourselves in order to get there. We want to miss out on life because we know it hurts, we also know that it is something to rejoice about. So what makes us choose sleep and the void that comes with it, over potential joy and pleasure? Potential is the key word, potenal, it's not a given, it may not always be the case, and sometimes it is anything but. We as humans, stuck to live in a world dammed to sin, will always fear the potential, the 50/50 chance, the things that take work and even when we put in the work it doesn’t give a guarantee. Children don’t ever want to miss a minute of life, the saying ignorance is bliss comes to mind, they do not yet know the pearls of life. However in the beginning we are willing to hope and forgive, based solely on the promise of our parents example. Our parents got up and faced the day, and that's enough for us at five years old. When did the promises of our parents lose their meaning? Why all the sudden does sleeping hold more comfort than our family's love?
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