When that awakening hits you, shaking you out of your daze or that endless nap, you start seeing everything for what it really is. Raw, without all the fancy wrapping. The ugly bits, the hidden gems right at the heart of it all. People's true intentions become crystal clear, like you've got laser eyes that cut straight through the bullshit and lies. You spot their real motivations in every word they say, in the vibe they give off. You feel the energy, and you know it right away.
Once you hit this level, you're kind of on your own, not giving a damn about the superficial sparkle anymore. You try to find that old version of you who cared about all that fluff, but it's gone. That stuff just loses its shine under this harsh light that exposes everything as it is. No fake glow can compete. And no matter how hard you try to doze off again, it's pointless. You've seen the truth, and now you're stuck with this deep, unbreakable solitude, like a baby's first gasp or someone's final breath as the sun sets.
Yeah, awakening's a gift, but nothing good comes free.
