Staying Awake

A lifetime pass to The Museum of Everything

Journal: 23 July, 2025, morning.

I wrote this in 2015:

“Descending into the Pittsburgh airport last night, there was a breathtaking sunset visible through the window three seats across, on the other side of the plane. Dark night, with ribbons of brilliant red and purple and gold splashed across the horizon. Sitting next to this floor show were three people looking down at their phones, and I wondered: how much do I miss of this fabulous and disappearing world, this sweet life?”

I still wonder that. I try not to but urgent things crowd in, you know? I’m sure you know. So much to take in, so little time in a life to do that.

It’s like having an hour on a layover to visit The Museum of Everything. How to possibly see and experience it all?

We have to choose, and not choosing is also a choice. Just letting things happen is also a choice. And one morning you wake up and… well, I won’t go there, because while there’s breath, there’s time, but even so, we settle into habituation and those ruts get deep.

Habit is so comfortable.

Maybe I’m just talking about staying awake to possibility. Or maybe just staying awake. Really seeing, with clarity.

Don’t miss your life. What a shame that would be.

#journalingalife