Darkness...

Each day begins with sunrise, a new dawn. Brightness. Life.
Every life awakens with a sense of a new day beginning in their life. But why new? Why does morning signify a new start? Why, with every sunset, does a day in our life also end?
Why does it automatically make us switch off from the world, close our eyes and sleep? And then awake the next day to start afresh? Would it not be easier to carry on without the compulsion of ending the day and then starting over again? Only to go through the same habits every single day, every morning and every night!
I had this thought: What would it be like if life was just one long ‘day’ that went on and on. Where night did not mean the end of the day but carrying on with life, like we usually do, only the ‘next’ day!
Darkness­; it does not have to mean an end. For most of us, darkness means ambiguity. Uncertainty and fear of the unknown most probably. But darkness can also be all-encompassing in its warmth. It’s endless… Goes beyond what we can see or even imagine.
Sure, biologically, we were made a certain way. With the end of the day it is natural for all living things to switch off. That’s just the way it is. The way we ARE (except maybe Owls or Bats).But the feeling stays with me, that the few hours we spend sleeping each day, every single day in our life, is time and life wasted. Since with every life, comes the certainty that is Death, why waste so much time sleeping, in the life we do have, that could be spent living? Living that much more…?