To be found watching is to be awake now, alert to this moment instead of lost in the endless traffic of thought. The servant who stays present is not waiting for some far-off arrival. What comes is Being itself, the aliveness that was always here, missed only because attention wandered into memory and worry.
And here the strange gift unfolds. The one who kept awake is not put to work. The master girds himself and serves. When a person stops grasping and simply attends to what is, life stops feeling like a burden to carry and begins to give. The one who is awake receives without striving, fed by the very moment they stayed present to.