I think I'm happier when I sleep. Don't worry! This isn't some suicidal blog sneeze. It is worth some consideration however. Happier when I sleep. Obviously using the antithesis of sleep will help to unfold its secret. The more blaring question becomes, why am I so unhappy when I wake? Consciousness is a prison, of sense and law, all weighed down in being. Every awakening is a silent oppression in the grasp of reality. Every awakening is a yielding to the rules of the game. It is our strength to adapt to our surroundings, evolutionary magnanimous to have been given such evolutionary benefits. It is a teasing compliment which we take so readily. We have lost in our refusal to lose. It is a loss to refuse to play, written in the rules, but we cannot win. We are blinded by rewards of success or heaven, this is a lie. We trick ourselves into thinking we live for the journey, this is a lie. We live to be free, or we die to be free, but once again this is a mocking parting gift, as we accept that we must use the game to leave the game. We are prisoners still, conscientious objectors at best. So I'll sleep, I'll wait, for I can't am.
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