It means realizing that civilization and mankind itself are the merest blips in long history.

It means that, for all of man's great progress and accomplishments, in the long run, we blew it.

It means finally becoming a little bit woke to the wisdom and value of indigenous cultures.

It means wondering why I continue to work for a corporation and live in the same rut I always did before I became collapse aware.

It means brooding on what I really should be doing, or want to be doing.

It means continuing to try to find solutions to our predicament, even though I know we are already too far gone for any solutions.

It means always worrying that this summer, or this winter, or the next ones, will be the ones that finally get me.

It means being enormously grateful for the people I love and the things I have (water, food, shelter, electricity), while there is still time.