I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love, making the same hurtful mistakes over and over, a slave to neuroses, fear, and the habitual.
It seems like time slips out of your hands. You wake up, and 2-3 years have passed.
As we abide in sleep, intuitively resonating with the sum of all our experiences - this life and beyond - we gain refreshing perspective on our efforts and have an opportunity to remember what we know.
Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'
I woke up many mornings not knowing what I'd done the night before. I'm amazed I'm not dead.
Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'
We all wake up, and I'm sure at some point during the day we all have very similar thoughts regardless of our circumstances and where we are in the world.
I wake up with a sense of wonder. I don't dread the future. I like it.
I wake up every morning feeling lucky - which is driven by fear, no doubt, since I know it could all go away.
I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred.