Part 2: My Awakening

I was once like the people that I have just described.  However hypocritical it may sound, I was fairly deep into that lethargy of the mind prior to my awakening.  I consider my first realization of the layers of existence beneath the surface to be like a second birth.  I was born into the physical world, then after years of coasting through life, thoughtlessly, I was reborn.  I was reborn, seeing the true world, as it is meant to be seen.  Oddly enough, I am not entirely sure when it happened, and have no memory of the actual change.  I awoke one day and all the colors in the world were brighter, the sounds were clearer.  Lights were brighter than the brightest ray of the sun, and shadows were blacker than the blackest pitch.  I was warm, but not hot.  The water I splashed in my face was cold, but not freezing.  I was aware of a change, but I couldn’t place its source.  All of a sudden, life was saturated, in every way. 
         That was when I realized that I was seeing the world as it really is.  Through the eyes of someone who is no longer inhibited by the need for things to be better, faster and stronger.  I finally allowed myself to slow down and look within myself.  Once I was able to see myself within, I was able to see everything else without.  I realized this and was shocked to find myself so calm. 
         Before this, I would have utterly lost my feigned composition with sheer glee.  But now, I felt no need to feign composition.  For now, I was seeing the world with such fervor that nothing else could faze me.  I was able to silently enjoy things that others simply took for granted.  I no longer need to express my beliefs and feelings to others to appreciate them.  I fell into contention for a great while.  My realization of my “purpose” came soon after.  I realized that simply seeing the world was not enough.  I had to help others to see what I saw.