Why I Could Never Sleep

März 18, 2026

I always asked why.
Beginner’s mistake. 😅

At night, my mind turned into a kind of philosophical escape room.
No exit.

During the day, the question “why?” makes sense.
It clarifies things, creates structure, almost feels intelligent.

At night, it works differently.
It becomes a loop.

No answer is enough.
Every new thought leads to the next.

And at some point, the brain asks the worst possible question:
Why is your life the way it is?

A brilliant idea —
when you’re lying awake at 00:37 and actually wanted to sleep.

The problem is not the question itself.
The problem is the state in which it is asked.

Fatigue changes thinking.
Control weakens.
Emotions weigh more.
Thoughts become harder to close.

What seems solvable during the day becomes endless at night.

So my mistake was quite precise:
I placed an analytical question into a state that cannot do analysis.

It’s like trying to take a math exam half asleep.
Or having a serious conversation in an elevator.

It doesn’t work.

Maybe it’s also because “why” questions about oneself often lead nowhere.
They search for clear causes —
in a system too complex for simple answers.

At night, there is no solution to that.
Only more thoughts.

More helpful would be other questions.
What exactly is on my mind right now?
What can I do with it tomorrow?

Or maybe no question at all.
Unusual, but effective.

The real insight didn’t come as a big realization.
More like a side thought.

I didn’t think:
“I’ve uncovered a deep pattern.”

I thought:
Yeah, that was kind of stupid.

And maybe that’s the point.

Thinking isn’t always useful.
At least not at all times.

Sometimes the smartest decision
is simply not to keep thinking.

Even if the mind disagrees.

Good Night 😴

Whisper7