Waking Up

Waking Up

by Sam Faller

I woke up this morning, and I looked the same.

The shape of my eyes never moved regardless of how much they’ve cried.

The curves of my smile etched like rivers in the canyon, but they never showed up overnight.

It’s the constant motion of life that creates change.

I had a plan.

So did the universe.

Neither were wrong, but neither were the same.

I went to bed last night, and I didn’t see the shift.

The universe places us on paths that are perfectly designed:

The chaos, the heartbreak --

the stars all aligned.

We can’t see it in the moment, it happens over time.

So why do we plan? Stress and obsess?

We think we can control it all because the

ego knows best.

What if our egos were really the distraction? And the path of our lives was lying behind its branches?

Would you leave an old friend and stretch towards the brush? Or are you afraid without it’s control, you’ll never amount to much?

We live in a world that’s larger than us.

It can be full of change and trust.

So dive in boldly, alone and afraid.

Past our fear is a life untamed:

A world that is bigger than the size of our screens. A world less divided by material means.

I woke up, and it was easy to see:

Waking up is more than just rising from sleep