In the poem Love Calls us to the Things of this World, Mr. Wilbur seems to reach the cynical conclusion that morning is beautiful until we realize we have to get. That made me wonder, what if I never got out of bed.
Would things be better if I never had to face the day? Wake up to take in the beauty of the morning, maybe have some breakfast, in bed, and then go back to sleep. Maybe not go back to sleep, maybe just lay there. I could even try just finding the paper, reading in bed, listening to the radio, and procrastinating. Either way, I'd never have to actually face the day. Does that fix or create problems? School, debate, and whatever else it is I do would take a back seat to pure relaxation and being at ease, but after a while those would be distant memories of a past more stressful. After a while, lying in bed would become a monotonous reminder of why people got up in the first place. There are things to be done, and, sometimes, a day to be won.
Would things be better if I never had to face the day? Wake up to take in the beauty of the morning, maybe have some breakfast, in bed, and then go back to sleep. Maybe not go back to sleep, maybe just lay there. I could even try just finding the paper, reading in bed, listening to the radio, and procrastinating. Either way, I'd never have to actually face the day. Does that fix or create problems? School, debate, and whatever else it is I do would take a back seat to pure relaxation and being at ease, but after a while those would be distant memories of a past more stressful. After a while, lying in bed would become a monotonous reminder of why people got up in the first place. There are things to be done, and, sometimes, a day to be won.
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