I accidentally snapped this picture while scrolling through my phone this morning.

It's a built in filter from the social media site Facebook, and as I was bleary-eyed and looking through all the social media noise, I accidentally did a series of swipes and button mashes resulting in this photo. I had literally just woken up. The photo, the angle, the filter--all of it--was an accident. Unintentional.

As I was looking through my photos just now, it jumped out at me. I had forgotten about it. Something about this photo just smacks me. It's almost as if someone else took it, and it is an out-of-body slice of time. Makes me feel...almost sad. Like maybe I'm already gone. Then again, I love it. This is life from the observer's viewpoint. A small moment frozen in time, but still very dynamic.

My blue and black checkered underwear in view. The vacuum standing solitary across the room, and the gentle morning light. Before all the hustle bustle, this was the moment of waking. I think we should probably all view our lives from the outside. As observers. As artists. As those who have already passed. Already dead. It is then, I feel, we can truly wake up, and become alive. Live life, alive, and not as sleepwalkers.

~KafkA

Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)