Usually it’s because I’m always too late. Because I am never
present enough to realize that the only such time we can take advantage of
anything is in this moment. This moment. When frankly, most of the time, I am
not present because I’m too busy in another time, another moment, thinking
about what I am missing or what else I should be doing because if timing is
everything then damnit, I need to be there too. I need to make sure that I am
in all of the places so to not miss beat for when the right time comes along, I
can be ‘oh so present. ‘
Alas I’ve missed all the moments. Every time. The present,
the past, future. What is this moment? What is the notion of “being present”
anyhow? Isn’t is all just ideals put in place so we can keep ourselves organized,
sans spontaneity, boxed into some sort of safe zone of control in a world that is a cluster of a...
