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It’s hard to believe how much of my life I have lived in a state of unconsciousness—not asleep, but unaware.
I have lived through my ego, my thoughts, and the endless stories my mind creates. I get caught in the spin of what if, what should have happened, what might happen next, and what other people think of me. A thought appears, an emotion follows, and before I know it, I am completely consumed by both.
For so long, I believed that voice was me.
But waking up means beginning to recognize that I am not every thought that passes through my mind. I am not every fear, resentment, insecurity, or emotion that rises within me. I can step back and observe them without immediately reacting.
There is freedom in becoming the observer.
I can notice anger without becoming the anger. I can recognize fear without allowing fear to dictate my actions. I can see my ego wanting to defend, control, prove, or be right—and choose not to follow it.
Sometimes I find this awareness in something as simple as my breath.
I breathe in. I breathe out. And then, for the briefest moment, there is a pause between breaths. Nothing to solve. Nothing to defend. Nothing to control. The mind may still be there, waiting to pull me back into its story, but for that instant, I am simply present.
That tiny pause reminds me that there is also a space between thought and reaction.
I don't have to follow every thought. I don't have to answer every emotion. I don't have to act on every impulse. I can pause, observe, and allow it to pass.
Perhaps this is what waking up really looks like—not eliminating thoughts or escaping the world, but becoming conscious enough to recognize when I am being carried away by my own mind.
And within those small spaces—the pause between breaths, the space between thoughts, the moment before reaction—I discover stillness.
And in that stillness, I become aware of God.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
Maybe God has always been present beneath all the noise. The problem wasn't His absence.
I was simply too caught up in my own mind to notice Him.