I couldn't sleep much last night. I think I did eventually fall asleep. I remember having some dream.

I couldn't sleep much the night before either. I slept more than I did last night, though.

Sleep is a fickle thing, sometimes. It's the most natural, easiest thing to do in some cases. Babies can't do addition or subtraction. But they can sleep.

The more you want to sleep, the less sleep you get. Cause you're busy being awake and thinking. Not sleeping.

I'm reminded of an idea that has provided me solace lately. You can't have one without the other. You can't have now without before. You can't have here without there. You can't have me without you.

You can't have good without bad. These aspects of reality only make sense dependent on their opposite.

How does this relate to sleep? Because sleep only exists when we have an experience of awakeness to compare it to. It doesn't exist on its own. Therefore, we don't have to be afraid when we find ourselves awake late at night, unable to sleep. The experience of sleep has no reality of its own. It's like shooting for a hologram.

We have to be ride-or-die for ourselves. In terms of not seeing ourselves partially. Not just wanting the good to the exclusion of the bad. Because that's not how reality works – good must come with bad. Sticking with our experience no matter how it appears. No matter how contradictory. And then we can be there for others. Through all the difficulties. We can be a presence that is unshaken by any circumstance – such vast, open love.