They say successful people sleep about four hours a night. I want to be successful. So I’ve stopped sleeping entirely since that’s the only real obstacle I can think of on the road to high achievement. Many among the dozing class are waiting to hear my technique. How I’ve transcended the cruel servitude of slumber. Wait no more.
The first half of my day is business as usual. I field calls from captains and corporals of industry. Haberdashers and software engineers. I breathe new life into their projects, answering their questions, parrying their problems. When the sun starts to wane, I do the same. But that’s not the end of it. I brew a pot of coffee and guzzle that between dinner and midnight. I eat sparingly since a heavy meal can add an unforeseen amendment to even those with a strong constitution. This is when I begin a curiously meditative state. I repeat the phrase, “I will not sleep tonight. Tonight, I will not sleep” between midnight and the sunrise. Is it annoying? Am I loud? Does this wake the neighbors? Routinely. But the way I see it, I’m doing the community a favor. I take a long, luxurious shower at sunup.
Then I just do it again and again and again and again? You can't think of it like that. Not sleeping. You just commit to not sleeping today. Tomorrow is a tomorrow problem. I don't get jet lag when I travel. That's a plus.
The problem with sleep is that you dream. I don’t want my dreams relegated to late night hours. I need my dreams working as hard as me, clocking in, clocking out. I need my dreams awake. Otherwise, they’re wasted.
You want to be awake to injustice? Then you can’t sleep a wink. There’s no in between. I’m only a few days in but I’m starting to see the appeal of the zombie lifestyle. Sans the flesh eating part, but you never know where I'll be in a few weeks. I’m starting to see things. Visions, really. Is it a hallucination if you believe it? If you can reach out and touch it?
Some people lose themselves without sleep. Me? I’ve found myself. Something you can’t quite get a grip on. Is it manic? Am I a maniac? I don’t know. But what I do know is that no one ever invaded a neighboring country due to lack of sleep. The night before an armed conflict you’re up, you’re excited, pacing, grabbing your supplicants by the lapels in mass anticipation. Hysteria is nice too. It’s like Christmas morning. Only the tinsel are RPGs, the carols are IEDs and the presents are well, everything else. Don’t you get it? Don’t you get it?
I’m tired. I’m so tired. I want to sleep. But I also want a chocolate bar. Self-denial is part of life. Ask your favorite monk what he’s up to in that department. If he's still making spirits for the Holy Spirit. It’s part of ofoofo fofoofofo oooooo oofof oof apjoijdskal;abjsidav-[poidjk;a lsjsj;laajioapwenjva k;lmsjewoi fhpvhf saobd;dsd;kfldsahl pisdngh abpoawrrwmgbh opaioh wgpo habo [hiwapo ibjkwafop idsagupwoeiqthnp9284u0g9jo;bl w afisu[09dvejow ;gMLEFAJ VBSHIUDOPJN WOVDIPHAS V[‘KMASDVAOIWAVJ0[SW DJDI)H 09AQE[WJOSHGF0ae9pawsvjovs u-as9dv h p[svhaojwe 98waoi;awsoidj[pOVHdi jsa9pw8hsoajywhar[wvPK AW’JZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Sorry, what was I saying? Ah yes. Success. Successful people. Successful persons. This is it. You’re welcome and good luck.
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