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Tiny Epiphanies

Maybe they happen daily. Maybe they don't. Maybe it's not so much an epiphany, but simply us becoming "woke" to what is right in front of us. Maybe it's simply opening our eyes, not a sudden burst of insight. It seems to be happening more and more for me. Is it simply being observant, realizing how similar most people are, or is it truly an epiphany? They just seem to pour in. Some are about me; some are not.

When you realize someone who needs to be, isn't as observant as you once thought.

When you realize someone is living the same life you once had.

When you realize two people are bound by insecurity and necessity, more than by love.

When you realize it's been a year since you've seen your family.

When you realize what you miss most in life is solitude.

When you realize bettering yourself makes others angry.

When you realize pointing out the obvious isn't so for others.

When you realize you care too much about too many.

When you realize those around you care about only themselves.

When you realize what you are qualified to do, you'll probably never do again.

When you realize it's been almost a decade since you played an actual sport.

When you realize you probably won't be around when the kids you work with are your age.

When you realize age is not "just a number."

When you realize your nephew is the only one who can carry on the family's name.

When you realize you were better off financially at 18 than at any time in your life.

When you realize the money you've spent on gas in your lifetime could pay off your debt.

When you realize your soulmate isn't always someone you're romantically attached to.

When you realize you were wrong.

When you realize you were right.




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