“Do not worry about the past. Do not be anxious of the future. But concentrate your mind on the present moment."
I wonder if anyone will ever read this…we take ourselves too seriously. Why would I ever be self-conscious about what I write in my journal? That defeats the purpose.
For too long I’ve lived in either the past or the future…I ‘knew’ in my mind what that meant but I knew not how to apply it. I am currently learning more and more about how to apply that quote to my life…living with “mindfulness” …in “full-consciousness” …flow…science studies this shit.
I presently watch a duck take off and fly across the river...I think to myself: how does being present in this moment somehow enrich my life?
Taking time to look around…smell the roses.
Is it worth it? I really…REALLY hope…believe this will pay off.
I’ve been coming to the river more and more lately. I don’t know why. I read down here….I write. I meditate. Hell, I even sleep down here from time to time. What is it about this place? If I’m spending this much time here, it is worth investigating why this place has value.
And now the sun starts to descend in the sky…and it emerges from the dark, luminous clouds that were just raining on me…and it lights up the entire riverbank…directly shining down…across the sky…across the river…warming my face. Causing my forehead to perspire….and even as it begins a light sprinkle. Even now, its as if this moment, in all of its beauty, is happening just for me.
Are all moments this beautiful?
Can they be?