As a child, prior to a roadtrip, I just slept in my clothes, atop my bed. My stepfather was a stickler for hitting the road at 4 AM. So, I was ready, and simply had to move from my bed to the backseat of the car.
Now, when I sleep in my clothes, atop my bed, it’s because I feel too sad; not worthy of the rituals that prepare one for the luxury of climbing into soft, comforting covers.
It is but a mood that will pass. I always find hope in that passage from the movie “CASTAWAY,” when Tom Hanks’ character explained how he was able to just keep going:
“Even though there was no reason to hope… So, that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day, my logic was proven all wrong. Because, the tide came in, and gave me a sail… And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because, tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?”
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