I am asleep, then I awake. Perhaps I woke from a dream: I replay it to myself and consider what it might mean. Or perhaps there is sunlight with the dawn: my eyes open, I see that I am in bed, remember who I am and what I should first do this morning. Either way I have made an abrupt transition, abruptly become more self aware.
In the course of maturation, there are moments when I abruptly become more self aware. We say "I am awake to that now." Perhaps I have been selfish, unaware that I was hurting someone close to me. Perhaps I have not seen a responsibility now I do see it. Perhaps I have not seen my hunger to create, and now I begin to see it. Perhaps I rediscover a pleasure which I had known earlier, but had forgotten.
There are also moments when I encounter forces which feel greater than myself as though, behind a stage curtain, there were wheels turning which animate the puppet (myself) which is in my view.