A busy day is a day when your eyes fail to stay open, but you force them to. The beauty of a busy they is when you allow them to shut for a second and they steal your whole self on a short, dreamy journey.
I am so sleep deprived that if my eyes would have little voices, they would shout their need to the world. But it’s the beauty of a busy day that keeps me from resting them, the beauty of being constantly on the move and knowing that for each hour I’ve stayed awake, a new beautiful thing was born.
There so many wonderful things you can discover, build, enjoy, be amazed of, speak about, that sometimes I wonder why do we need to sleep? Wouldn’t it be easier to just be programmed to be awake for 20 hours a day? And that wouldn’t be enough either, but at least it’s a less waste of time. I am off to surrender to the rest of my busy day. Take care!
