Relative Something

I don’t know about you, but even though I am aware of an incredible potential value within dreams, I usually afford them much less attention than they probably deserve. Why is that?

I guess, in a lot of ways, it isn’t much different than not knowing what my liver and kidneys do toward my health and well being. I suppose there is a range of self awareness that results in a comparable range of how ultimately healthy a person might achieve being. Plenty of people get by just fine, as far as they’re concerned, without ever giving any thought to what the organs in their body are up to. Obviously, there are a fair number who know plenty well what a body needs, yet wear their disdain like a badge of honor as they push the limits of sanity with a limitless array of abuses. But that is an extreme which I don’t intend to address. What seems more interesting to me is the larger number of people who carry out their lives in a reasonable fashion, while barely giving a thought to what is actually happening inside them.

I count myself among that group, for the most part. Again, there is a range, and I may give these types of things more thought than some people, but my attention to the details of what is happening inside me, and what I eat to fuel it, is still pretty superficial. As my “Good Eats?” post of yesterday reveals, I have some concerns about the foods I am eating, yet I don’t read ingredients very often yet and still consume more processed foods than I believe is optimally healthy. All too often, I violate my bedtime target and neglect to achieve the advised amount of sleep. And I rarely consider possible meanings from within my dreams beyond the immediate fascination or humor that I sense upon waking. I don’t know why that is.

I want to think about it. I hope I will.