Once upon a time, sleep was a sacred ritual observed by all, rich and not-so-well-off, workaholics and underemployed. But among today's self-styled wakeness-wokes, it has been rebranded as a lazy indulgence, a vice best kept hidden. Sleep, dear reader, is the new taboo. Consider this: admitting to a full 8 hours is now akin to confessing treason. 'You sleep early?' 'You wake up at 9?' they gasp, clutching their triple-shot espresso in horror. 'How do you find the time?' Those who dare to prioritise rest are met with scepticism, side-eyeing and whispered accusations of complacency. A well-rested individual, in today's self-righteous eyes, is either unemployed, unserious, or, worse, a disgrace to the hustle-industrial complex.
Gone are the days of glorifying slumber. Legends once spun around naps-think Archimedes dreaming of displacement, Newton nodding off under an apple tree, siestas building empires. But today's titans of industry boast about surviving on a mere 3 hours, as if sleep deprivation were a badge of honour rather than a medical concern or a childish brag. Corporations have joined the crusade, shoving 'rise and grind' propaganda down our throats like some sleep-deprived cult. There are apps to track productivity, but none to remind you to lie down like a sane human. Sleep shouldn't be a guilty pleasure-it's a pleasure.
Gone are the days of glorifying slumber. Legends once spun around naps-think Archimedes dreaming of displacement, Newton nodding off under an apple tree, siestas building empires. But today's titans of industry boast about surviving on a mere 3 hours, as if sleep deprivation were a badge of honour rather than a medical concern or a childish brag. Corporations have joined the crusade, shoving 'rise and grind' propaganda down our throats like some sleep-deprived cult. There are apps to track productivity, but none to remind you to lie down like a sane human. Sleep shouldn't be a guilty pleasure-it's a pleasure.
