Be. Here. Now.
That stupid cliche is true, you know.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That’s why it’s called “the present.”
The moment you’re living right now – eyes glued to a screen, absorbing these words – is all you have, all you can know, all that matters. It’s precious in it’s fleetingness. But, like most folks, I forget and jolt myself out of the timeline. I’m always focused on the next thing. What’s going on tomorrow or next week or next month or next year. I’ve got Big! Things! happening! and I literally can’t wait to get to them. I want everything right the fuck now. I finish what I’m doing and throw it in the “done” pile, leaving it in favour of the new. It’s so much more exciting to focus on the horizon rather than what’s going on at this moment, to heed the siren song of a richer, prettier, happier future.
But the future is just speculation – a wish in calendar form.
Things rarely pan out the way we want/expect because we’re guessing, hoping, and counting on our ability to bend reality with our brains. Truth is, we can only do things in the moment. Sure, we can make plans, but then the universe intervenes, we make a different choice, the dominoes fall – the plan changes. It’s now when things happen. This second to second, minute to minute existence. That’s the only time action can occur, the only time you can have a thought or a feeling, the only time you can succeed or fail or eat or sleep or love or create.
My immediate instinct is to fight. I need to know how things will work out! But it’s not actually possible. All I have is the now. Leaving now behind trying to snag future assurance only makes me unhappy.
The trick, of course, is to be here now.