Unconscious Life

I'm constantly amazed at how many people live an unconscious life. How can they? How can they wake up every morning and not know WHY they are getting out of bed? Granted, having to pee is what gets me out of bed ususally, but I mean WHY on a philosophical scale.

I have been asking "Why?" since I was about 2. People ususally don't believe me when I say that, but it's true. My first memory is from when I was 2, when Elvis died. I remember asking my mom how Elvis could be on TV if he had died. Apparently the concept of death, not hard for me, but the concept of VIDEO seemed to elude me. Go figure. But I swear that was the same time I became introspective. I started thinking about life and death and I learned death was a bad thing. Although now I don't feel that way. I remember once when I was 9 I realized that I was living in my body. I could separate me from my body. I remember thinking, I'm in this body and other people are in their bodies. Like some alien inhabiting a host form or something. Who thinks about this shit when they are NINE?? Me, I guess.

So now at 32/33/30something it amazes me that some folks can walk around completely unaware of their own existence. Unaware of how their energy affects the world, unaware of how every thought and action has consequences for everyone. Just plain unaware.