I was thinking this morning about all the hype about “living in the moment”. People who actually do that, thinking and feeling in a subset of time, surrounded but impervious to the past and the future, do not stay there long unless they have no choice. If our species had stayed purely “in the moment” I doubt I would be sitting here writing committing these thoughts to prose.
I grew up thinking of writing as committing my thoughts to paper, but that is no longer the case. That is the past. I’ve taken to thinking of writing as committing my thoughts to prose now, a more universal approach, not as time dependent.
Now that I’ve spent most of a year and half completely alone during the weekdays, with only Attila for contact evenings and weekends, with very limited face-to-face contact, even superficial I-don’t-know-your-name contact, the future, and the past, have been on my mind.
The future is an unknown entity, whatever state life finds us in or out of.
There is only one day in our lives,
without a yesterday.
There is always today,
One can live,
One cannot live,
Respect the past.
It grows with you.
It is your garden.
Updated on Fri, Aug 20, 7:55 AM
FEELS LIKE 20
A few clouds
The largest wildfire on Earth has sent smoke streaming into the North Pole for the first time.
Wind 3 NW km/h
Humidity 100 %
Visibility 20 km
Sunrise 6:16 AM
Wind gust 4 km/h
Pressure 101.3 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 8:05 PM
“Living in the moment brings you a sense of reverence for all of life’s blessings.”
You had better choose your “moment” carefully to make this high viable, they are not all created equal.
I have far more reverance for the past, where I can pick flowers and compost the rest, than I do for “the moment”, might just be me.