An odd thing happened to me on the way to the grave a few decades ago…..
I became aware.
Yeah, I became aware. At least I became aware that I was aware. I assume that I was always aware. But I simply… became aware.. that I was aware.
That was sometime in the mid 60’s. I was born in ‘61; so yeah it must have been in the mid 60’s that I became aware that I was aware.
I have been aware that I am aware ever since.
What puzzles me even now, as I reflect on the entire process, is… why?
Why am I alive?
Why am I alive now?
Why am I alive here?
Why not thousands of years ago?
Why not thousands of years from now?
Why in the USA?
Why not in China?
Why not in Turkey?
Why was I not invited into this situation?
Why was I not introduced to life?
Why was there no Orientation?
Why was there no choice in the matter?
I am still on the way to the grave.
And I will be damned if I know why.
Hell, I cannot even recall what I was supposed to pick up once I get there!!!