Sleep is my ataraxia. Sleep is my nepenthe. Sleep is how I escape the world and everything wrong with it. It's also where I go to escape everything right with it. When I sleep I dream, and it's blissful, having no waking memory of my experiences. But I know I had dreams because I can feel it, how energized and revitalized I am, with a new perspective on life and the world, and how maybe, just maybe, the world isn't as bad as I think. And all day I listen to that voice, using it to push me forwards as I watch the world move on around me. By the end of the day however, it has all but faded, and then I drown myself in sleep once again, happily losing myself to the sweet beckoning of freedom. And then the cycle repeats, waking up bringing a new day, and with it new pains and new sorrows. And I make it through that day just as I have made it through all the others, waiting, ever so patiently, for the day when life becomes my state of freedom and bliss. Though maybe that will never happen. Maybe it's impossible for life to be a safe haven. Even so, maybe the world isn't as bad as you think, and maybe, just maybe, if you give it a chance, you'll realize you can actually enjoy yourself.
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Halcyon Thoughts
RandomHalcyon gripes about life and how depressing it is. (Keep in mind that my name's an adjective too, I'm not unintelligent enough to post a grammatically incorrect title)
