If I didn’t need sleep, what would I do with all that extra time?
Sleep, obviously…? End.

No, no, I’m just kidding.
The truth is, even if I’m obsessed with something, I can never maintain nonstop passion forever.
Take binge-watching shows — I love it, but after a while I go numb.

Back to the point:
If I truly needed no rest at all — if I became some kind of upgraded human who doesn’t fear the sun (sorry, I’m basically imagining myself as a vampire) — then I’d want to set foot in every corner of the world.

I love traveling abroad.
Exploring different cultures, navigating foreign transportation, shopping, discovering ancient and mysterious historical traces… I always wish I could take it all in. I’m afraid of missing even a single detail, like not noticing how many rings a tree trunk has.

But tiredness always holds me back.
There are moments when I think, “Ah… I just want to go home, lie in my own bed, and sleep.”
Yet every time I’m about to leave a country — sitting on the plane — I feel this huge wave of reluctance. Two emotions collide:
One part of me is exhausted and craving sleep, and the other part knows there’s still so much left to see, so much left unexplored.

So if I could live without rest?
I’d pack my schedule completely full and explore the world without ever having to choose between curiosity and fatigue.