A passion
According to human psychology, people only use half of their brains capacity or potential. Laying in the dark at night, my mind expands to every corner of my room, ideas flying at me like bullets. Plan after story after revelation, etc ambushing my mind as time ticks away. And while I know I should be sleeping, i feel this is the one time I can truly challenge that idea of their being a limit to our brains. I feel like I can change the world. Drawing castles in my world of intertwined fantasies and realities my finally heavy eyelids win over my stubborn pursuit of a night to parallel the day. Falling deep into slumber, what I dream can only be called such...dreams. The complete absence of normality. I feel slumber is the only place where dreams in there own light become reality. As children we protested about having a nap because as we thought, the adults didn't have to do it so why should we? I feel the real and underlying reason as to why we felt we didn't need to is because we didn't need to be reminded of our hopes and dreams as they were already vivid in our imagination. As we became teenagers however we realised that the world around us was slowly sucking them away. Some just accepted that fact and did what some would call growing up too fast. Nonetheless they still hold on to sleep. Others however refused to accept and held on to the dreams and the hopes, in the process being called childish and unrealistic. They are the ones who like children do not need to sleep but as the world constantly puts pressure on them they have no choice but to use that as a constant reminder of a fantasy that is not to far fetched.
