There they are: every thought, every memory, every missed opportunity, every failure from the day’s tasks. They’ve come to taunt you. Come to haunt you. Come to remind you of every single little thing that bothered you about the day. While the sun is up you can ignore them, store them individually on a shelf and move on to the next thing. But at night they form a congress of petty annoyances that come at you at once. They tease. They harass. They try to steal the sleep from you. If you couldn’t do anything about it then, what makes now different…when the world itself is asleep? Why is the urgency of everything that produces worry in our souls something that must be solved now? Here’s my advice: do not believe the things you tell yourself late at night. Under the shade of darkness even the simplest of problems seem like insurmountable challenges. But you’ll get through it. Let the sleep wash over you and dream of peaceful things. Tomorrow is another day.