You know what I think is one of the most under-rated things we have? Sleep.
Being a senior in college, sleep has become something that I am at odds with. Either I don't get enough of it, it is reluctant to come visit me, or we fight all night and neither of us get up in the morning happy. Sleep is a very tricky creature to stay on good terms with.
I'm sure this thought doesn't come as much of a surprise, given than most people I know are either in college or have experienced it at some point in life. It really is a trying thing. And not sleeping, well, that just doesn't help much at all. But you know what they say, we can sleep when we're dead. Sounds good to me. Only 60 more years to go until I can sleep.
Why is it, though, that we dream, but not always happy, or sad, or scary, or pleasant? Why do we wake up from some dreams feeling refreshed, and from others feeling as though we never slept? Why are some dreams so vivid, and others only a murky fog? No new questions for humanity or God here, just finally being repeated by yet another person. I guess it's something that most everyone asks at some point or another. Let's just say, I'm really looking forward to hearing the answer.
Anyway, yeah, this is my first post in a long time. Life tends to get you busy and some things just fall by the wayside. Who knows, maybe I'll keep it up. Maybe not. Guess we'll just have to see in the future.
