All my life I have preffered to be awake during the night rather than the day. It has made getting up in the morning for school and work and other such trivial daylight pursuits painfully difficult. I've told myself time and again that I need to go to bed at a decent hour, that life would be so much easier if I consigned myself to daytime activity.
I've begun to wonder if it's going to sleep I don't like. Because I love sleep itself, but going to sleep, that's the hard part. Because when you stop to think about it, sleep is a shorter form of death. You're not doing anything productive, you're unaware of your surroundings (for the most part) and for a brief time you cease to exist for all intents and purposes. When you're sleeping, you're not interacting with the world, you're not creating or destoying, you're not communicating or travelling; you're just there, innert, wasting a third of your life to unconsciousness. I dislike going to sleep because I dislike the inaction of it. It's like surrendering.
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