I’m writing this blog post in a sleep-deprived state. So, you could expect multiple declarations of love towards sleep.
The staggeringly gratifying feeling you get when your head hits the pillow at the end of the day—aahh
The amazing sensation of dwelling in slumberland as your anatomy relaxes after a tiring period—whoa
The tears of gratitude your exhausted eyes shed as you let them snooze—uplifting.
Sleep is spiritual. We tend to take it for granted. For example, during the weekend, I watch movies endlessly and read books tirelessly, ignoring all sorts of pleads from my eyes. I go to bed feeling accomplished because yeah watching all my target movies and finishing the novel in hand are the primary goals of my life and they’re worth sacrificing the fundamental routine of my life.
So, what happens when I hit the hay late at night but have to wake up early in the morning?
It’s a battle of witless excuses that I give myself to feel less dumb and idiotic.
Okay, in my defense, the chapter ended in a cliffhanger.
The hero turns out to be the villain. How can I not watch a film like that despite the clock ticking to one?
I can be an hour late for work tomorrow. The company won’t shut down in crisis.
And the classic, Just five more minutes.
I see myself doing that five hours from now.
But seriously, we take everything that comes to us easily with an air of negligence. Sometimes when there’s so much to do within so little time, I wish I were an insomniac. Just so I’d get a couple more hours. But ask an insomniac what it is to wait for that pure delight of daze that comes with sleep. Ask a wakeful student preparing for final exams, how it feels to be incapable of having a full night’s sleep before giving the test.
I should be careful what I wish for because clearly, I love sleep more than food and water. After a long, sleepless journey that lasted about eleven hours, I now want more to crash out rather than to eat or even perform ablutions.
We waste food, water, love, everything that we’re supposed to treasure. We perceive the most significant possessions in our lives as inconsequential.
We are bestowed with the power to think. So spend a few minutes in retrospect and we’re bound to realize the mistakes we have made and have been making in terms of our choices and priorities. I did and became aware of the fact that there’s nothing and I mean nothing in this world that’s as important to me as sleep right now.
Hey, hey, hey, before you judge me, to each his own.
Jokes apart, I think we’re born with the nasty attribute of ignoring the important things in our lives. Parents, for instance, are blatantly disregarded by their children in spite of the limitless love they shower on them. We come to sense their ubiquitous influence only during their absence and nothing can bring them back to the present. We can only cover the distance through various means of communication but can anything equal the comforting touch of Mom’s hand and edifying support of Dad’s shoulder?
It’s important to prioritise and recognize the significant aspects of our lives because just like we take them for granted, they could evade us too when the time comes.