I think I might be ready to look up and around for once. You know? It becomes such habit to walk, head down, watching our feet, as if they don't know what they're doing, as if they need our constant coaching. It becomes a crutch, this false sense of being needed, and we hang onto it--our perfect "I can't; I'm busy" excuse.
But I think we miss a lot, sacrificing to this inward focus. And it's not even constructive inward focus--this isn't introspection; this isn't growth. This is pure head-in-the-sand avoidance, and it's a skill we've honed to shiny perfection.
The thing about shoving one's head in the sand, however, is that it's dark, and it's hard to get any enthusiasm, any kind of groove kindled in the dark. But, you know, I think we're due for some sun. And I don't think any of us would come to any harm by pausing, looking around--not to see what we've missed, because that's an exercise in deliberate self-sabotage--but to see how far we've come, to see how close we are to the incredible view we once thought existed only for other people.