Losing Sleep & Gaining Nothing—The Madness of Springing Ahead

Ah, daylight saving time—because nothing screams progress like robbing an entire population of an hour of sleep. Twice a year, we collectively decide to mess with time itself, and for what? So the sun can confuse us even more?

Let’s be honest: the Monday after “springing ahead” feels like a cruel joke. Your alarm clock is now your mortal enemy, coffee is your only hope, and you spend the whole day wondering why you feel like you’ve aged ten years overnight. Philosophers have spent centuries pondering the nature of time, but did they ever consider the existential crisis of waking up at what used to be 6 AM but now feels like the middle of the night? Doubtful.

But hey, maybe there's a lesson in all this. Losing an hour of sleep forces us to confront our unhealthy relationship with time—how we chase it, waste it, and never seem to have enough of it. Maybe, just maybe, the real spring awakening isn’t about daylight at all, but about how we use the hours we do have.

Or maybe it’s just about drinking extra coffee and taking an afternoon nap. Either way, good luck surviving the time warp.