Mind Storm

“Sleep, that is eight hours a day I can utilize somewhere else”, that is how it starts I suppose. So you condition yourself to save up on hours a day by not sleeping. Mind is greater than body remember, all it really takes is a perception which makes you believe that I am not tired and I am in fact extra productive now. So your need to sleep goes down a considerable notch and you float in the bliss of having more time at your disposal.

However, there are psychological and physical misfires. It would be naïve to claim that you don’t physically tire at all. It just that your brain does not register the messages coming in from the nerves. It becomes a condition like leprosy, obviously not much as worse but a fair analogy, where even though there is physical atrophy, the loss fails at being communicated to the sensory. Gradually it starts to take toll on your mental capabilities. It all happens under the cover of an exponential increase of productivity, a heightened sense of ambiance and an amplified version of creativity. However, underneath it all you are exhausting your brains. It keeps pumping blood, it keeps churning material, it keeps delivering and in its over clocked state it forgets to remember that it is burning out.

This is where the final nail comes in. Suddenly you wake up from your euphoria of achievement and realize that there is a complete loss of sleep. There is a lingering feeling of fatigue underneath your thought process, there is a general numbness of consciousness and a mild muteness of senses. The body aches and the head throbs but you feel them as gentle vibrations under your feet. There is a sledge hammer beating at the walls of your head but the room is sound proof so what you hear is a tiny thud in place of a massive crash. This is where another deprivation of senses takes place, one against which the now aware mind attempts to revolt. At one end there is the conditioned perception of no need for rest and on the other is the consciousness of the need for sleep. It is the will built with time against the intellect of realization. Which one do I listen to or more aptly put what would the mind obey; the will or the logic? This is my battle against insomnia.