Sleepless

Never had a good sleep for some few nights now. Don't know what's going on. Just feel that I am not having enough sleep.

A doctor friend told me that not having enough sleep may be due to stress. She also mentioned tensions or worries as probable reasons. Whatever the culprit is, I know my body longs for some good rest.

But honestly, is it my body that needs that well deserve respite or my heart or my mind? Haha, that is quite funny. Here I am again. Thinking that everything boils down to some frustrations or failures.

Well, that could be true, partly or otherwise. Who in the world has admitted right away that he is feeling one way or the other? We are good at pretending, afraid of acknowledging that we are being consumed by our limitations.

In many occasions, I have the temerity of saying that I feel something but I fear facing the ghost. I'd rather ignore it. But who does not do so anyway? Almost everyone. Among my friends, even those I thought the strongest among us, would lie about what he is feeling. Surely, he can hide it to us, but not to himself.

The night is far spent and my eyes have not been visited by sleep. I clamor for some rest, for some peace.

Is this how life conquers its fears? Is this how we respond to our vexations? Maybe. Maybe not. But for one thing, let us not devoid ourself of the beauty of sleeping.

Grab that pillow and go jump into your bed. Take some rest. Take some care.