Sometimes the insomnia is welcomed, but this morning I was lucid. I usually have to pee at some point of the night, but I randomly woke up at 5am, but this time, wide awake, from a dream of laundry, octopus tattoos on my left shoulder, oxtail, and the importance of freezing ground meat flat in bags to save space. My subconscious mind is trying so hard to carefully weld all of the interactions within my life into something of value, but all it is is ruckus and chaos. There are never enough hours within a day, but how much can you really accomplish when you dream?
"I’m using my kegels because I have to pee."
Do not disturb yourself by picturing your life as a whole; do not assemble in your mind the many and varied troubles which have come to you in the past and will come again in the future, but ask yourself with regard to every present difficulty: ‘What is there in this that is unbearable and beyond endurance?
—Marcus Aurelius (via thinkwingman)
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
—Vladimir Nabokov (via likeafieldmouse)