Can’t sleep. Keeping awake the night before was probably a bad idea; and sleeping off most of the day didn’t help either. I like sleep. You’re not thinking when you’re asleep. But I can’t sleep.
Slept all day. Another day wasted. Nothing accomplished whatsoever.
What is that anyway? Accomplished? I ate lunched, brushed my teeth; watched some downloads. That’s still doing something, sort of.
No, not really. The judge of accomplishments is right here, at this time; that me in this brief moment just before sleeping, remembering the day that has ended. Is he satisfied? Did he feel he did something worthwhile today? Is he contented with just eating and brushing his teeth, and waiting for movies to downloads, filling voids with computer games all day?
No, he’s not. That’s why he can’t sleep.
Doing something that stays. Creating something that’s real, something that’ll grow, develop; that’s useful and profits. Something that changes you, makes things better; that matters. Something I can call my own, and be proud of. Something that, when the lights are out and I remember the day, will have me smiling without me knowing it, just before I finally close my eyes.
Now, that’s an accomplishment. Yeah. That will make you sleep.
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