I was born aware, wherever that is. Or at least that’s what I think. Whenever I do.
Sometimes I tune it out and act like everyone else. Other times I just wait. However I can.
Waiting is hard. Tricky even.
When I can’t wait to be aware I just do whatever I feel. And I convince myself that it’s a nearly perfect notion. I’ve yet to learn the art of practice. Or should I say I’ve yet to learn how to practice? Practicing being here. Does this count?