I can’t remember the last time I was unable to sleep when I wanted to. Perhaps it’s because the past 3 months have been a blast, a kicker, a drug, that awakened me from a year of stupor. But alas, every good thing must come to an end.
Tonight, or more truthfully this early morning, I am broken with things that I cannot control. But if I manage to squeeze an hour or so of sleep, just to rest my mind and my heart, i will be okay tomorrow. I will be a farmer, a provider to my family of food that will nourish their mind and body. I will be a seller, a trustworthy person whom others can count on to get exactly what they want without hidden defects. I will be a lover, someone who gives without expecting anything in return, but who respects himself enough so that he can give even more.
Farmer it is for now.