Sleep walking

I am not sure where this weather is heading. I know that I shouldn't crib as I spend most of my time near an AC, but whatever little time I spend without it, is crazy! And the humidity is not helping at all. Well it is just fucked up and I have noticed plight germinates creativity in me. I am in a highly creative mode when I am either very happy, very sad or in general in one of my extreme moods. Well today's hot and humid weather led me to rewrite a poem which I think, almost all of us, at sometime or other have recited as a kid. Here's my take on it (Putting it here so that it doesn't get lost in the Facebook database)

Rain, Rain come today, 
Johnny's promised not to play, 
Save us from this heat I pray, 
Rain Rain come today!

Ya! I know its sorta sad but that's how frustrated I was :P and it looks way better as a status... hahahaha!

Sleep is another thing that I feel pretty sad about. I love to sleep. I just love it and it hurts me so to see myself not sleeping. More so, if you work out. During my initial gym days, I had read up a lot on how much rest is required and all that can be read about getting a lean, mean body. Apparently one needs 7-8 hours of continuous sleep for proper muscle growth. I sleep less than 6 hours a day (not counting the time when I am found splattered on my desk at work, usually after lunch) I can't complain right now cause I haven't been regular but on days I work out, I feel like dying when I have to get up in the morning the next day.

I discovered a huge trove of documents on Standards and Processes. It was like tripping into a gold mine! But I also realized that this business is like Alice in Wonderland's rabbit hole. You don't know how deep it goes until you jump in. I am still falling and I don't see any light at the end of the hole. :)

There are times in life when you don't know where you are headed but you keep going because you have this gut feeling that it'll lead you to a good place. There is absolutely no surety whatsoever but you just get a good feeling. Would you call yourself naive? The path isn't that great either. You get cut, you fall, you get disheartened, you get depressed, the pain gets unbearable and yet you keep walking. The only thing pulling you through are these instant flashes of what you perceive is at the end (a pot of gold). To make things worse, there is a rope dangling just above your head. All you got to do is pull it and you are out of all the misery, but you'll never know whether there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. What do you do at such times? How long are you willing to walk? All this misery that you go through, would you call them self-inflicted? And what would you tell yourself if you reached the end and found nothing but a poison ivy? Can you be strong enough to handle it? Or will you just wither away hopelessly never again to walk such a path, never again to trust your gut feeling, never again to hope. Is that how you mature?