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I have not even been awake twelve hours and the pains of living have already worn me sore. However, do I even wish to depart to the land where my greatest hopes and fears run rampant upon the vast fields of my mind? That is up to debate, for when one does not feel as if life nor death is worth experiencing, what else is there other than this pasture of the subconscious?
And, who is to say that this state of mind is even the epitome of one's hopes and dreams, fears and hates, desires and other worldly avarice? Simply put in the mind of a cynic, the mind is nothing but the culmination of what we see everyday. If, for example, we live a rather dull life, where the highlight of our day is the commute to work, is that not in some way, shape, or form, what we dream of? Or perhaps the land of dreams is not just the seat of this mindless repetition of our conscious lives, but an unturned key to which could unlock the secrets of our world, the solution to our problems. Perhaps that is more realistic. Venturing into a more optimistic perspective, is the mind not where we live out our most wild and unrealistic fantasies, where we face our greatest fears with valiance or cowardice, where we dream? Like everything, the truth is most likely somewhere in the middle.
But I digress. What purpose would sleep hold for me now? I am by no means tired, having been indulged with approximately thirteen hours of more or less uninterrupted sleep. True, I do have to wake up at dawn tomorrow. True, tomorrow I must remember that I must focus. True, I do not want tomorrow to come. In comes my subconscious state of mind that I enter every night. Given the cynical perspective, would sleep now perhaps taunt me as much as consciousness is taunting me now, since dreams are one's life presented in a more or less digestible package? And would it not bring tomorrow closer? Realistically, of course I need sleep, and I perhaps need answers to the many problems that relentlessly hammer at my brain. But is there a guarantee that sleep and my dreams can bring this to me? In the mind set of an optimist, dreams may perhaps taunt me, they will perhaps indulge my deepest desires.
I suppose it could be said I try and look on the bright side. However, I do wear sunglasses.
And, who is to say that this state of mind is even the epitome of one's hopes and dreams, fears and hates, desires and other worldly avarice? Simply put in the mind of a cynic, the mind is nothing but the culmination of what we see everyday. If, for example, we live a rather dull life, where the highlight of our day is the commute to work, is that not in some way, shape, or form, what we dream of? Or perhaps the land of dreams is not just the seat of this mindless repetition of our conscious lives, but an unturned key to which could unlock the secrets of our world, the solution to our problems. Perhaps that is more realistic. Venturing into a more optimistic perspective, is the mind not where we live out our most wild and unrealistic fantasies, where we face our greatest fears with valiance or cowardice, where we dream? Like everything, the truth is most likely somewhere in the middle.
But I digress. What purpose would sleep hold for me now? I am by no means tired, having been indulged with approximately thirteen hours of more or less uninterrupted sleep. True, I do have to wake up at dawn tomorrow. True, tomorrow I must remember that I must focus. True, I do not want tomorrow to come. In comes my subconscious state of mind that I enter every night. Given the cynical perspective, would sleep now perhaps taunt me as much as consciousness is taunting me now, since dreams are one's life presented in a more or less digestible package? And would it not bring tomorrow closer? Realistically, of course I need sleep, and I perhaps need answers to the many problems that relentlessly hammer at my brain. But is there a guarantee that sleep and my dreams can bring this to me? In the mind set of an optimist, dreams may perhaps taunt me, they will perhaps indulge my deepest desires.
I suppose it could be said I try and look on the bright side. However, I do wear sunglasses.