I’m on a boat bound for somewhere in Mindanao and sleep eludes me. Now it is quiet. The time on my phone tells me it is 5:00 in the morning. I gave up trying to sleep twenty minutes ago.
Four hours earlier, different sounds surrounded me — from phone rings to the usual snoring to babies crying when their sleep is interrupted. I had covered my face with a handkerchief to shield it from the light above me. It didn’t work (apparently) or I would have been asleep by now.
As I lay on my bed, I turned from one side to the other every ten to fifteen minutes. The heat was terrible and I was sweating profusely in the back. I thought of my bed at home and the electric fan and the more I could not sleep. I yearned for something that wasn’t there.
And it made me think how our lives can be like that at times.
We seem to get into a quandary or get stuck in an unfavorable situation because we are looking for something elusive. We want something and if that thing escapes us, we think life is uncomfortable, hard. We base our comfort and maybe even happiness on that one little thing.
If this post is rambling that’s because it is. My mind is sleepy at this time but I can’t sleep.