I’m Here Now
Stretch even further, time. There’s something so beautiful in the stillness of this moment – something that makes eternity pale in comparison. Slower. Slooooow.
I hear the Mayfly lives only a few hours. Can I for a day trade places with him, making it back to my body just in time? I wonder what a minute might mean to him, how much does he do? How much does he learn of his world, and of our world? I don’t think he thinks about his complicated relationships or scribbles in his planner his plans for the next minute. I like to think he lives completely that moment.
The truth and purity in this moment has me in awe. In this moment I know nothing. And yet I know everything. This moment is life.
After all, we all only have moments to live.