There have been countless moments in my life where I've wanted to drop everything and write up a quick blog post with whatever remarkable and significant thought was filling my mind. However, upon sitting at my computer, I realized each and every time that my oh-so-wonderful thoughts were in fact fleeting, and unremarkable in nature. So insignificant that the words would usually evaporate from my brain the second I touched the keypad. However, I feel now is the time to attempt writing this again. These and the following words are being written now, not because my thoughts are at all special, but because I need to get them out of my head. And so from here on out, I will recount to you (and thus infect you with) my tottering thoughts.
This post is called 'waking up'. This is because I am at the point in my life where I feel, coincidentally, like I am being awoken to the underlying value and reality of life. In some ways, it feels as if I am forever trembling on the border of juvenility and maturity. I am teetering there, catching glimpses of the tragic fall into maturity, all the while throwing my weight desperately towards the other side, the liberated side. I know what it means to grow up, but am I ready? This is the beginning of my awakening, as a person, as a human, as an adult. Once I've fallen, I can't come back, and that is what I fear.
This post marks the beginning of my journey, of my discovery of myself, of who I am and why I am.
-J
