The Big Wake

"I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
- Jane Austen

It's not even about time anymore is it? I know that time flies. Months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds pass without even being permitted to wave goodbye to them. But it's more than time. It's about paying attention. Not to be confused with being vigilant or circumspect. Those traits are so gaurded. I'm talking about an open alertness. These days I feel like i've been asleep. Actually, I feel like i've been asleep all of my life. I've been living life in the most comatose sense and I'm tired of it.

In other words, the alarm clock of my life has rung and i've finally pulled the covers off of my head and started opening my eyes to see things in a different light. It turns out that i've started something big and I was too blind to notice. Slowly this life reveals itself to me and I see that it's bigger than big--it's colossal and there's no way I can see past a certain point. But it's better to be awake to see it then to be asleep and miss out on all the fun.