Dream wide awake.
There are definitely choices I’ve made in my life which I wound up being not so proud of. But none make me feel as empty and useless as burning through the days. I’m guilty of being a sloth, staying up all night and sleeping entire days away, relaxing a little too much and a little too long, hardly working when I know I should be working hard. There’s a lot you can do in 24 hours. And I think of how many days I can recall not accomplishing anything or taking the initiative and the necessary steps in a task in order to meet a goal. It’s selfish, really. And also very unfair to yourself. And that is the only way I can put it. A friend of mine lost her battle with cancer the day before her 20th birthday last month. I wonder what she would do with one more day here. I bet she wouldn’t spend it in bed.