Sleeping is for losers.
Especially at night time. I have come to observe through my short but meaningful lifetime that in the middle of the night is when I think the best. I write most of my blog stuff late at night. I write most of my English papers late at night. There is just something magical that happens past 10:30. I don't know how to explain it.
Now please, do not get me wrong. I absolutely love my sleep. In fact, I have now learned how to sleep in school. (I do not suggest this to anyone, but I do it as a means of survival on an almost daily basis.) Most of the time I try to go to sleep at a decent hour. But there are some nights, like tonight for example, that I just lay awake thinking.
It is in these quiet moments, the moments when everything is still but me and my brain, that God speaks to me. Maybe he speaks to me all the time, but I hear it the most at night.
All I know is that, although I dearly, dearly love to sleep, I would give up feeling tired any day for the nights when I lie awake in bed, thinking, praying, and listening.
Sleeping is definitely for losers.
