I have made myself aware of the futile effort that is my existence, or it’s purpose and decree. I deem myself unable to fill out my role in life to ignorance of it. End of story. My time is ending and I have yet to make my impact on the world, If only I’d had more time to do things about it, ask questions, give answer, and experience life.
aware of what? aware of that man across the street? those boys who visit each other every night? Aware that the world is failing? Aware of the deadendedness of my life? aware of what?
he was aware of the eyes watching him. he couldn’t do anything but keep going. the prize was too close. why do they want to stop me? I just want to do what’s right. they have to know that, right? it’s best for all of us. they just can’t see that. how come nobody else can see it?
aware of the fare is not a phrase as often employed as could be. Buses, trains and planes could all use this yet to be discovered marketing gem. “please sir & madam be aware of the fare”
I was aware he was mere inches from my face. That I was aware of. What I wasn’t, was the fact his eyes took in my face, my eyes, my lips. I wasn’t aware of his hand on the small of my back, his other brushing through my hair. All I wanted, all I could think about, was how close his face was to mine, and how close we were to kissing.
i am verey aware that i have a paper that i need to do and that i have wasted so much goddamn time. it needs to get done and it will get done but if i would have started it months ago when i first learned abt it i definately would jhave gotten an A and now i’ll probably get a C
He woke up aware of the flecks of snow falling on his face. His fingers were numb. He tried to wiggle them and felt nothing. He felt the cold creeping through the backside of his clothes. He was wet, lying on the ground, completely unaware of how he got there. He coughed quietly, clearing his throat.
A penguin walked into the room. I was not aware that penguins lived anywhere near me on a range of 1 mile. If this hadn’t been awkward enough, he came to me and said “Whatcha looking at?” I started to feel embarrassed.
i am aware. aware of what? this screen this word.
maybe im not aware. Maybe this is all an illusion.
MAybe being aware is only an opinion.
ARe you aware?
are you aware of your world.
OR am i just wasting away at this computer?
i dont know.
who knows?
maybe nobody is aware of anything.
maybe we just like to pretend.
I am aware of my love for my dead husband and my love for my daughter’s godfather. I am not aware of where life will take the both of us from here on out… I just wish it was all a little clearer and easier to know what was in store.
i think i am becoming more and more of like this regarding my Philippine ideologies. so much about westernized thinking. i have to start thinking like a true Filipino should. Kailangan.
Okay, this word was here yesterday…so does this really even count? I’ll start again I suppose. I was aware of the eyes staring at me. I was also aware of the coffee that was spilt all over me. But it didn’t matter at that moment. Nothing did. Nothing but the boy standing across the room.
never really being aware before in my life, i really noticed it when i woke up that morning. i could feel the sun beat down on my face, hear the birdsong, smell the dogshit i just stepped in… crap. touch me.
I am not really aware of much anymore. Except of course the looming beast I feel everywhere I go. All the time I feel so lonely, so tired, so god damnd bored. And it is because of this that I don’t feel like leaving my hotel room. I jsut want to sit here and watch movies and wallow in my own pitty. Well thats not what I want to do. But it is what I do.
I was aware that there are many things I would like to do, it just seems there is never enough time to get them all done. Wondering what I need to do to change that dynamic. Maybe I need to be more aware of what my priorities are and focus my attention on those instead of the foolish things that are of no long term importance.
Antennae – physical and spiritual ones – are out and functioning. A flood of impressions swirl and land bringing brightness and clarity and aliveness to my mind and heart. Awareness generates love.
For the first time in a long time I actually looked around and noticed things. I became aware of the different shades of gray that fit in the empty spaces of this world, the chasms where I used to lose myself. The sun had finally come out again.
This is the same word as yesterday! I’m incredibly disappointed. I am now keenly AWARE of this disappointment. I’ve been let down because I INTENDED to practice writing on a daily basis, without forgetting, and was quite looking foward to a new word, maybe something nice like snow or softness or maybe something edgy and confusing…
awareness is a state of being, when one is aware, they are aware of the thoughts that pass through the mind. Thoughts are not who you are but the awareness of them, you are not your thoughts but you are the awareness of them. Enlightenment is a state in which realizes this truth, you are not your thoughts but the awareness of these thoughts. To be aware is to recognize eternity-the plain of existence. You do not have a life, you a re life itself.
I wasn’t aware of my surroundings that night. Walking aimlessly through the dark street – I didn’t even realize that I was being followed until it was too late.
i’m aware of a lot of things yet not aware of some things. i might be aware of it in subconscious mind but do i know that i might be aware of it? Or do I assume I know something in the subconscious corners of the mind
i am aware of very little of what is actually going on around me and this is something on which i am trying to work. very few people are aware of what is happening in the world right now and what their impact is upon the world around them
I sit and wonder what is there, in my mind, in what I see… I wonder am I aware of what i think I know, and truly know nothing of,, is this right what I do about what I think,… is it there… aware of what do I see…
I was aware from the first time i saw you that there was something. I remember what you wore on that insignificant day. What we talked about, who we were with. How you were seeing someone.
I was aware by the time i was 7 that my dog was going to be the head of the firedepartment of the underdistrict of southern Wales. He was amazing. The best I could ask for. HE was always there for me and ten everything changed. On the morning of July 7th
I was aware that I was writing about the word aware. The word aware appeared at the top of the page and, as it did so, it exploded into my awareness. This awareness of the word aware then inspired these words about the word aware. Before I knew it, my awareness had increased.
I have made myself aware of the futile effort that is my existence, or it’s purpose and decree. I deem myself unable to fill out my role in life to ignorance of it. End of story. My time is ending and I have yet to make my impact on the world, If only I’d had more time to do things about it, ask questions, give answer, and experience life.
i am aware.
the world is crumbling to chaos.
there is war, terror, suffering, pain;
economic crises, political worries, environmental concerns.
and yet i lie in bed, blinds closed, and turn over…
succumb myself once more to sleep.
aware of what? aware of that man across the street? those boys who visit each other every night? Aware that the world is failing? Aware of the deadendedness of my life? aware of what?
he was aware of the eyes watching him. he couldn’t do anything but keep going. the prize was too close. why do they want to stop me? I just want to do what’s right. they have to know that, right? it’s best for all of us. they just can’t see that. how come nobody else can see it?
aware of the fare is not a phrase as often employed as could be. Buses, trains and planes could all use this yet to be discovered marketing gem. “please sir & madam be aware of the fare”
I was aware he was mere inches from my face. That I was aware of. What I wasn’t, was the fact his eyes took in my face, my eyes, my lips. I wasn’t aware of his hand on the small of my back, his other brushing through my hair. All I wanted, all I could think about, was how close his face was to mine, and how close we were to kissing.
i m not would like to be of what wary monsters eyes sounds like a buzz word i like wearing things a a a of myself of you of my mistakes
i am verey aware that i have a paper that i need to do and that i have wasted so much goddamn time. it needs to get done and it will get done but if i would have started it months ago when i first learned abt it i definately would jhave gotten an A and now i’ll probably get a C
He woke up aware of the flecks of snow falling on his face. His fingers were numb. He tried to wiggle them and felt nothing. He felt the cold creeping through the backside of his clothes. He was wet, lying on the ground, completely unaware of how he got there. He coughed quietly, clearing his throat.
be aware of me, im dangerous! yeah yeah, im so hot and you can get a little burned! =)Be careful and don’t get so near. I may burned you!
A penguin walked into the room. I was not aware that penguins lived anywhere near me on a range of 1 mile. If this hadn’t been awkward enough, he came to me and said “Whatcha looking at?” I started to feel embarrassed.
i am aware. aware of what? this screen this word.
maybe im not aware. Maybe this is all an illusion.
MAybe being aware is only an opinion.
ARe you aware?
are you aware of your world.
OR am i just wasting away at this computer?
i dont know.
who knows?
maybe nobody is aware of anything.
maybe we just like to pretend.
I am aware of my love for my dead husband and my love for my daughter’s godfather. I am not aware of where life will take the both of us from here on out… I just wish it was all a little clearer and easier to know what was in store.
im quite aware of how much i love fictional characters and i know its odd but i just cant help it.
nearly there- all we need to make it better
rly there all we need to make it better
this word again!? elk.
i think i am becoming more and more of like this regarding my Philippine ideologies. so much about westernized thinking. i have to start thinking like a true Filipino should. Kailangan.
Okay, this word was here yesterday…so does this really even count? I’ll start again I suppose. I was aware of the eyes staring at me. I was also aware of the coffee that was spilt all over me. But it didn’t matter at that moment. Nothing did. Nothing but the boy standing across the room.
never really being aware before in my life, i really noticed it when i woke up that morning. i could feel the sun beat down on my face, hear the birdsong, smell the dogshit i just stepped in… crap. touch me.
i am aware
that you are not aware
of my feelings
and thoughts
for you
i am aware
that you are not aware
how much
i feel
for you
I am not really aware of much anymore. Except of course the looming beast I feel everywhere I go. All the time I feel so lonely, so tired, so god damnd bored. And it is because of this that I don’t feel like leaving my hotel room. I jsut want to sit here and watch movies and wallow in my own pitty. Well thats not what I want to do. But it is what I do.
I was aware that there are many things I would like to do, it just seems there is never enough time to get them all done. Wondering what I need to do to change that dynamic. Maybe I need to be more aware of what my priorities are and focus my attention on those instead of the foolish things that are of no long term importance.
Antennae – physical and spiritual ones – are out and functioning. A flood of impressions swirl and land bringing brightness and clarity and aliveness to my mind and heart. Awareness generates love.
For the first time in a long time I actually looked around and noticed things. I became aware of the different shades of gray that fit in the empty spaces of this world, the chasms where I used to lose myself. The sun had finally come out again.
i’m not aware of anything that i don’t fear. even a little.
This is the same word as yesterday! I’m incredibly disappointed. I am now keenly AWARE of this disappointment. I’ve been let down because I INTENDED to practice writing on a daily basis, without forgetting, and was quite looking foward to a new word, maybe something nice like snow or softness or maybe something edgy and confusing…
awareness is a state of being, when one is aware, they are aware of the thoughts that pass through the mind. Thoughts are not who you are but the awareness of them, you are not your thoughts but you are the awareness of them. Enlightenment is a state in which realizes this truth, you are not your thoughts but the awareness of these thoughts. To be aware is to recognize eternity-the plain of existence. You do not have a life, you a re life itself.
I wasn’t aware of my surroundings that night. Walking aimlessly through the dark street – I didn’t even realize that I was being followed until it was too late.
alert and knowing eyes open paying attention knowledgeable
i’m aware of a lot of things yet not aware of some things. i might be aware of it in subconscious mind but do i know that i might be aware of it? Or do I assume I know something in the subconscious corners of the mind
i am aware of very little of what is actually going on around me and this is something on which i am trying to work. very few people are aware of what is happening in the world right now and what their impact is upon the world around them
I sit and wonder what is there, in my mind, in what I see… I wonder am I aware of what i think I know, and truly know nothing of,, is this right what I do about what I think,… is it there… aware of what do I see…
I was aware from the first time i saw you that there was something. I remember what you wore on that insignificant day. What we talked about, who we were with. How you were seeing someone.
I was aware by the time i was 7 that my dog was going to be the head of the firedepartment of the underdistrict of southern Wales. He was amazing. The best I could ask for. HE was always there for me and ten everything changed. On the morning of July 7th
I am aware that tanisha hates me, but i think it is funny how she pretends to like me for the sake of our lame ass myspace friendship =D
i became aware of my insignificance in the world. it is a comfort to know that i dont take center stage, yet lonely to know that i am so small
i’m aware that you are aware. how many level sof awareness can there be.
be aware – that make s sense , but if what?
how can you be aware if you don’t know what to be aware of.
be aware of strangers. that means you never meet anyone and you treat folk with suspicion
I was aware that I was writing about the word aware. The word aware appeared at the top of the page and, as it did so, it exploded into my awareness. This awareness of the word aware then inspired these words about the word aware. Before I knew it, my awareness had increased.
I was not aware that somebody had yelled hello, If you’d only told me so than maybe on this winter night I wouldn’t feel so bought.