Filed under: Ramblings
They will not let me sleep. They will never let me sleep. They will only allow naps.
Who are “they”? Why, the external world of course. I am begging to assume that they are all connected in a global scale, bent on a conspiracy of depriving me of my sleep. I need my sleep, for it is one of the many things that keep me sane. But no, I am deprived of it.
Sleep is essential to us all, as it is the phase where almost everything, save for the vital functions, go to rest. It is when the body and the mind are set into a “recharge” mode, with relaxed brainwave patterns and whatnots. Everyone likes to sleep, especially after a very long and stressful day. I am stating the obvious again. But this is purely to impress upon you the necessity of sleep.
But am I allowed to access the full potential of sleep? No! Deep sleep is something I have not known for sometime. Each night is full of interruptions, be it from nonsensical dreams, insects, parents, cousins, the sibling, friends, the phone, the cook or the dog. I find some peace in the early hours of the morning however; but that peace is short-lived, for other members of my family hastily awaken me with a series of loud knocks on my bedroom door accompanied by a rain of reminders of what I have to accomplish. As a result I have developed into a non-morning person. Yes, I am very very cranky in the morning.
Alas, I try to ensure a good night’s sleep, but it is something that evades me, and is also something I have to live with. L
Filed under: Philosophy
I am sure many of you have heard the song the line above is inspired from. But I wrote this topic fully aware of the meaning I want to convey. How often do you come across something that is cold and unwanted? How often do you come across something cold and lifeless? Do you hold on to it or just drop it?
Now do you understand? It is cold. And you drop it because it is cold, because it has nothing to offer. It gives forth no warmth. No energy. It is dead and is simply not worth anything. “Drop it like it’s cold”. I hope you understand what I mean now.
Sometimes life takes on a form of a cold, dead piece of meat; rotting, casting out pungent fumes of toxic gas, consuming everything you liked within its grasp. It spreads its death around, along with apathy. What is one to do with a cold life?
When one loses purpose in life, it becomes cold. Cold and dead. Drop it, for it is useless. Cease to exist. Go kill yourself.
But there is a way out. Before life becomes cold, the purpose dies. So when the purpose dies you drop the purpose, picking up a new one. Death to life and life to death. There is much to do inbetween. Do you understand me now? Drop it like it’s cold.
It’s cold. Useless. Dead. I will drop it now.
