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Isn’t it compelling to sprint from awe to awe, averaging out the impact, barely feeling alive while doing it? What is it that makes us feel alive? I lie sleepless these nights, perception surfing through versions of my younger self—what felt different? So persuasive is the thought, so eager to push me into thirsting for more... Not really concluding, but guessing that awareness and intent play a role. I want to be more intentional, grateful, compassionate.