NEW CASTLE —
I will do it tomorrow.
How many times have you laid in bed, snuggled up with that warm, fuzzy blanket and your head resting on the cold side of the pillow when an amazing, perhaps earth-shattering thought pounces to the forefront of your mind?
This thought always seems to be of a grand nature. It carries with it the possibility of generational significance. You feel as though the simple dismissal of this idea will undoubtedly have substantial ramifications. If you brush aside this notion, you and future generations will somehow be missing out on a brilliant life event or societal change.
Whether it is an idea for a new invention, a solution to a long-running quantum physics problem, or simply remembering to give your children lunch money in the morning, your brain has made this a pressing issue. It has somehow exemplified and exaggerated the importance of said event. It has triggered an emotional, and possibly a chemical, response in your body.
Although it encompasses your entire thought process, you lie in bed, silently staring at the late news or Jay Leno cracking jokes about whatever celebrity is currently in the spotlight.
The bed has you in its firm grasp. There exists no cognitive content that could pull you from your position of slumber. No earthly vessel that could disturb you from your position of comfort.
You rationalize your apathy with thoughts of your early morning appointments and how little sleep you have had over the past few nights. You convince yourself that you will be able remember the details of your idea in the morning. Motionless, you justify your stagnate state and overestimate your own mind's ability to remember the details of this momentous thought.
Despite the grandiose nature of these revelations, we all have become pros at personal persuasion and mind trickery. We convince the very mind that created this bubble of cranial energy that it is able to retain and recall this information at a later time. Fully reliant on the power of our short-term memory, we confidently ease back into our dormancy.
This is exactly why I keep a note pad next to my bed. Sometimes, I wake in the wee hours and frantically scribble something down in the dark. I know it is something sensational and profound. But when morning arrives, I discover that I have written some completely incomprehensible things.
Despite my cryptic scrawls, I have been able to salvage many a thought before they fluttered off into the netherworld. I manage to capture some of the important things, like “take the trash out” and “move the clothes from the washer to the dryer.” I have also captured an occasional bit of insight. However, I have to admit I have forgotten more good ideas than I have ever been able to catalog.
With that said, I must try to decipher my note to myself from last night that reads, “Divine cats will, WPXI after. 1300-1000-250=50.”
NEW CASTLE —
I will do it tomorrow.
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