Sleeping is an Art
It’il be night, we’il go to bed. We lie as if we were lying in the tomb … But in our eyes all kinds of film, pain, joy, cheating, lies … What is playing. We can not sleep. We get bored, we count sheep, we almost become professors of mathematics, but I don’t sleep. Embarrassed, hide or sleep, we can’t understand what this game is. We call him a name right now, depressed, angry, or the demons and vengeance bugs that surround me! We’re scared. When it rains outside, as the lightning flashes and pierces the sky, we fall into the center of fear with these sounds, leaving everything in the dark…
Do we have to rest or sleep? Why do we force ourselves to sleep at this intersection? No, we’re sitting next to the TV, the antidote is the antidote. … We’re looking for movies. But what happens at night other than horror movies or obscene scenes? If we say that we are adults, we take the risk of sin or are willing to accept fear, more problems will destroy us.
What kind of a human day spent in the selection of scenes that do not put in front of your eyes … Someone stabbed, our eyes saw blood, watched desperation, did not intervene in this fight, did not even call an ambulance. No matter what we tell me, our brain copied this image and showed it to us during sleep.
In everyday life our choices are really important. Even if we manage to sleep, these images are reflected in our dreams, this time we can get stabbed and see things on the other side and see the viewer. The price of evil is like the lifeless shadow that follows us.
Let’s not give a negative example, you know it’s positive. We fell in love with someone. We worshiped him like we worshiped him. If we lie on the bed, we keep what we share with him in front of us, laugh, laugh, share what we think. Moreover, this time we produce the film with our dreams. We can sit here and write poetry. The flowers are ready in our hands, bile We are very determined that we cannot sleep and how happy and happy we are. After all, we can’t sleep.
These moments we sleep in should be the identification of scenes we question about our experiences, our regrets and the right of our servants. There will be copies we will never want to make again. As we sleep, we must reflect a world life where we reduce these mistakes and exaggerate our choices. Close to the truth, that is, if we live like a servant God wants, and if we fulfill our preferences in this way, we will immediately close our eyes like opium in our sleep… We call it dying and dying from questioning. To leave the query to the other world. Instead of pitying others, we want to pity ourselves to live in peace with our friend, body and soul.
However, a peaceful sleep does not allow the servants to enter, does not waste everything, does not love sin, and is the self-governing air. It is God’s love and fear to know, to know, to get away from love, to ask for his heart, to miss, and to seek Baki in his worship. Is it hard for a person to love? Even if they do, we do it, risk of dying. Guess who, who should worship?