Taxi Habibi was driving while still eating a falafel wrap. One hand on the wheel, one hand on the food, and zero hands on the actual responsibility of staying alive.
“Bro,” he said to his passenger with his mouth full, “you people talk so much about awareness. Mindfulness this, presence that… but wallah, half of you don’t even realize when your phone is STILL in your hand.”
He held up the falafel like it was a sacred object.
“Awareness is simple. Just know what the hell you’re doing while you’re doing it. That’s it. If you eat — eat. If you walk — walk. If you panic — at least panic consciously.”
He glanced through the rear-view mirror.
“Most people live like they’re constantly getting ambushed by their own day. They wake up and boom — the day slaps them before they even open one eye properly.”
The car jolted as he ignored a stop sign.
“Awareness, bro… is basically not being a passenger in your own taxi. If you don’t drive your mind, somebody else will. News. Trauma. Your ex. Your boss. The algorithm. Worst Uber driver ever.”
He entered an intersection that looked one argument short of a war zone.
“You know what the problem is?” he asked. “You think awareness is some Zen superpower. But my six-year-old nephew has more awareness than most adults. He cries — he knows he’s crying. He wants a cookie — he knows he wants it. Simple! Adults? They cry but say they’re ‘fine’… they rage but say they’re ‘just tired’… they want love but pretend they want independence. Wallahi, complicated species.”
He stopped in the middle of the road to let a cat pass — then nearly drove off again with the door still open.
“Bro,” he said, “awareness is noticing small things before they become big disasters. Noticing your stress before you fight someone. Noticing your breath before you pass out. Noticing your mother calling before she shows up in your dreams to insult you.”
He tapped his chest.
“Awareness is like headlights in the dark. Without it, you still drive… you just don’t see the wall.”
Suddenly he switched off the radio. Silence.
“Let me tell you something, bro: awareness doesn’t make your problems disappear. It just stops you from creating new ones. When you know what you feel, you act like a human. When you don’t… you act like Twitter.”
He smiled wide.
“And the secret? Awareness starts with one thing and that`s honesty. Brutal, gentle, hilarious honesty. You see what’s happening inside you — and you don’t run away like a donkey.”
He put the taxi in park in a place where parking was absolutely illegal.
“Here’s your final lesson, bro. Awareness is not becoming spiritual… it’s becoming awake. And trust me… an awake human is more real than any psychedelic trip.”
He winked.
“Now go. Notice your life — before you leave it un-noticed.”