Sometimes the most profound thoughts come into my head as I lay there unable to sleep in the middle of the night. This can also be the time we some of the most ridiculous ideas creep in and seem good. I was always told that if I cannot sleep, write something, and sleep will soon follow. Some might say this is because writing is boring, but I say no. Writing is a composed art form, one that we can express with our words. Writing in the middle of the night could be an even more elevated form of art, the art of getting things off your chest.
Sometimes questions are not answered in a day, sometimes it takes months that eventually wrap into a single moment, and in these moments we discover either salvation, damnation, or disappointment. I would like to think that the insane are people who got there by waiting on an answer to a question that didn’t come in the time frame wanted. I’ve been there, and it is not enjoyable. In the darkness, light is looked for, and if we look hard enough we can find it and follow it.
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