Yesterday seems trivial today. That’s the succinct way of saying it. For me it took time, more than a day, more than a week. After years of hurts and healings, I arrived at today.
I watch our teenage dog full of energy. I suppose that energy once had to have been mine. A body without a brain, or as my Jungian friends might say, with loads of unconsciousness. What suns eventually come to awaken bits of it? Who would we be if all of it awoke? Would we be happier?
And with that thought, happiness becomes a relative term. Yesterday I was not sad or unhappy, but right now I feel happier. I am happier with the full expectation there will be peaks and valleys today and tomorrow. If tomorrow I were to jot down thoughts without changing the subject, today would be yesterday, and I would be different again, new degrees of unconsciousness awakened. More conscious.
Thomas Moore writes at the start of chapter 7 in A Religion of One’s Own, “Waking up is the first act. One day something in you stirs and you wake up from ignorance and sheer unconsciousness. You wake up from the neglect of things that matter. You wake up to a new vision of your world and your place in it. ”
What a feeling.