At the age of 35, I realized something: I never knew how important sleep was. At 35, I finally understood the value of sleep. I regretted all the years I had taken sleep for granted. I even felt a sense of injustice.

Everything in our life is precious. Sleep, breath, rest, spring, walking, and so on… We only truly appreciate their value once we’ve lost them. 35 years old is still young. You have to let go of that regret and sense of injustice for sleep to return.

sleep, precious, realization.