So much is being said in this time about living in the present moment. It seems to make sense and yet, why? There are so many moments in my life that seem to matter. The past holds memories- those moments matter. In order to achieve my goals I have to plan- for the future. Future moments matter. This is all true, but in the end, today, all I have is this moment and how I choose to enter it. If I sit in this moment and look back and ache for what was, I become captive to another time and place, unable to fully feel the abundance of this very moment. In the very present moment I can notice everything in my path. I can attend to everything that I feel without it all just becoming a blur. Living in past or future moments creates a heavy fog preventing me from seeing, feeling and experiencing this very, day. In the end, the present moment is really the only moment we have.
I often find my mind wondering why the life I thought I was writing didn't have the ending I wanted. It took a sharp turn and I had no control- nothing to say about this new plot twist. I lament all the moments of the people and places that once brought me happiness. My heart fights and resists acceptance of what now is my life. I gaze into the future feeling lost. How can I possibly move into the future without the life I had anticipated for so long. Neither of these thought processes brings me happiness. I lose myself in grieving both the past and the future, totally ignoring what I have, the thing that is right in front of me. I have this day, and in it I can find new people and places, new passions and joys. In the end, this is the only moment that matters.