Fresh Perspective

Fresh Perspective

Sleep is something that I don’t seem to value as much as other folks. I mean, don’t get me wrong, when I am sleeping – I enjoy sleeping just as much as anyone else – as odd as that sounds. But I rarely forgo an activity in favor of sleep. I mean, I don’t even know how many times I chose to cake over sleep – there is no way in hell I can even quantify that or even remotely ballpark it. Life is too short, why waste it on sleeping? Although, I do have this feeling that this indifferent attitude towards catching some z’s may catch up to me when I get older. I’ll be looking like a brown Mick Jagger or Keith Richards or something – looking like I coked out my entire life…But, hey, ya never know…

The feeling of newness (ain’t no way in hell that that is a word), the feeling of waking up with a clean, mental slate is irreplaceable and refreshingly riveting. That is a positive rammification of sleep that I REALLY appreciate. No matter how frustrated, stressed, flummoxed or whatever I was the night before – I wake up fresh and anew. My mind is focused on the day ahead and I’m no longer weighed down by yesterdays problems. It just feels good to have that “it’s a new day” feeling – and to actually believe it. I don’t know, maybe the course of events that take place in a day can wear down your optimism, but a fresh sleep can resurrect that withered optimism. It’s like you get worn down like all hell one day, and then you wake up the next and you are just are ready to take things on as you were the morning before.

I’ll tell you one thing – I don’t want to lose that sense of optimism. That sense of “today is a new day – anything is possible”. As corny as it sounds, every day is a gift – I really believe that. But I find myself sometimes having to even convince myself of that. But, I know deep down that I should savor all experiences, good and bad, and hold on to the moments that transcend everything that I’ve ever known. So, here I sit, writing, sipping on some Colombian coffee at my quaint and cozy cube ready to take on the day. I’m sure things will happen during the course of this day that’ll knock me down from my preemptive optimistic high, but no worries. I know that when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll be just as ready then as I am now. Optimism can sometimes be a scarce commodity in the cynical world we live in, but I don’t want to let go of it. I don’t want to be some cynical, brooding, pessimistic individual who walks around every day with the weight of days past dragging him down. I don’t ever want to be that guy. Life is supposed to be fun, ain’t it?

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