Near golden sunsets
At times I sit and ponder...well, no actually I don't; it's more of sit, fidget, and ponder, cause I frankly can't sit still. But anyways, at times, I sit...fidget...and ponder about how many hours of my life I have missed because I have slept. Yeah, I know, not a whole bunch compared to some of you "old" people out there, but relatively too much for my own adventuresome well being. And then I remember that my body not only needs sleep, but "craves" it with a hunger only matched by my stomach after a good ten mile jaunt through six inches of mud. And I wonder what is more important to me: to sleep and satiate that pangue of deep rumbles that neverendingly attacks my head, my arms, my legs, and heart, or boldly going where no man has gone before (using every single second of the day that he can possibly squeeze in of course)? On and on, in a never ending debate that will someday make the decision for me. Probably actually within the next five minutes, but soon, when my brain loses all consciousness except those few last thoughts of my day, or night in this case, which will inevitably shape the course of my dreams until I wake in four hours to face another day.
Yes, so what does everyone think...would you rather not "need" to sleep? or do you enjoy it so much that you wish your body "needed" more?