The present moment
We go through life bouncing off of people—we make connections, we entangle, we bounce away and fly off in different directions; always seeking, grasping to hold on to the things we find to fill the voids in our souls and hearts. When we have those connections, in that moment, we are whole. For one sweet pure instance, we feel like everything is right in the universe.
The moment passes; it may last a minute, it may last a lifetime, but it always passes.
When it leaves us, we weep; we sigh; we find visceral or cheap thrills in other outlets. We do anything to fill the new emptiness, heedless of the fact that it’s a vicious cycle and we know we are using another impermenent thing to heal our imaginary wounds.
And that moment, too, shall pass. And then the cycle continues.
It’s ironic that sometimes even though we know that we do these things to ourselves, we cannot see it; yet when someone close to us goes through the same thing we are full of sage advice for them, dispensing our wisdom from on high, preaching to them what we secretly know we cannot follow in our own lives.
Yet each time we do this and then revisit the conversation in our heads later, we come to see that we’ve actually been speaking to ourselves. And we realize: I was telling them to live in the present moment. I was telling them to stop the cycle; see what’s in front of them, take it for what it is, love it, live it, and let it pass.
Live it. Taste it. Inhale it deeply. Take it in both hands, into your heart, take it into your soul. That moment that you have this thing—this is the moment that matters.
Only this moment. It’s all you have.
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