Some Kind of Aware
It’s too rare that we’re drunkenly aware. Aware of our surroundings, that one conversation in a busy street or the first conscious, deep breath you take upon stepping out of baggage claim and arriving outside, in a new place. We’re reminded that life means discovery. Yet, the word discovery is trivial. Did Christopher Columbus really discover a land mass that was already there, with its own inhabitants, flora, fauna, kings called chiefs and Jesus Christ named Mother Nature? It’s trivial. If Christopher’s ‘discovery’ had an angelic twin, it would be a species that a college student’s semester abroad encounters. It’s some kind of aware.