Growing up there was a quote colorfully embroidered and framed that hung on the wall in my house. It said, Only that day dawns to which we are awake. For years I wondered what Henry David Thoreau meant.
After I started taking medication for my bipolar disorder I felt “awake” for the first time since childhood. Of course I did not realize that I was in a haze. If one is not aware, if one is “out of it” and not living in the moment then one is only a shell occupying space. One misses out. To be awake and alert is to be alive. It is a gift to be able to see roses and smell the coffee and hear the birds singing. The present is a gift.
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