Someone to help me sleep...

He broke. He began to cry, trying to hide his face in the shelter of his arms, for he could not find the strength to turn over. One of the other men, the sick old one, came and sat on the side of the cot and patted his shoulder. He raised his head with his frail hand, looked him in the eyes and said: hope for this. Hope for the infinite opportunity and oppression present in every single moment. Hope for the suffering that comes with freedom. For the pain that comes from happiness. For the wisdom that comes from ignorance. For the power that comes from surrender. And then act despite it.