When my nephew was 3 years old he did not like going to bed. Well, he probably still doesn't. His parents stopped fighting it, and just waited until he fell over and then put him to bed. I know this, because I was with him for about a week when he was 3 years old.
I became his very favorite person for a little while. One night, well after he had taken his bath and put on his pajamas and stayed up well past his bedtime, he tried to get me to move. Mind you, he was so tired that he was doing the drunken-sailor on a ship in a hurricane routine. He kept pulling on me to go play, instead of talking with the boring adults.
Finally, he crawled into my lap to whisper his secret to staying conscious:
"Ya gotta keep MOOOOvin' ! "
Perhaps that's the secret to being aware, to living consciously: Ya gotta keep MOOOvin' !
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