I've been thinking again. Many musings come to me as I snuggle down and nurse my cold. I could be fussing about my condition (more than I already am) and longing for better days, but then what would be the use of my existence now?
Animals make great teachers. So do babies. When I hold a tiny baby, feed it, rock it to gentle slumber, my heart- so close in proximity to the tiny body- becomes irrevocably attached; my cup full in the moment. When my teenage pup climbs in my lap wanting to be held, I grab him up and fully enjoy the snuggle (and delight in tiny pup snores), even if I was doing something else at the time. It means a lot to know how fully he trust me. There's nothing quite like a little bit of innocent being to bring us back to the present time, teaching us how to "live." We're born in the present, but somehow we lose it and constantly reach for the future or cling to the past, wishing for something we no longer have.
And what is the root of our longing for better days, more exciting ventures, more glamorous lives to lead? The fact that we're not fully contented with the present and would rather be doing something other that what is now before us, needing our attention. Too much time spent looking to the future can spoil the present.
Have you ever tried to carry on a conversation with someone who whipped out their phone every thirty seconds to text? It can either be amusing (if you're a student of human nature) or frustrating. And I'm sure when that individual met with the person they were texting, they'll be texting someone else. I'd like to know what they have against a face-to-face chat. More than that, I'm not one to chat much, but prefer to get right down to a good, old-fashioned discussion, which is next to impossible with someone who has learned to respond in acronyms and abbreviations.
Time passes swiftly. I don't want to waste it yearning for a life I don't have, a car I don't drive, and a house I don't live in. I've spent enough time wishing for a constitution that wasn't a magnet to illnesses.
But I'm learning that just as I get over one illness I'm presented with another, and if I waited until I was well to be happy, I'd have wasted eleven years on unfruitful yearnings. In fact, that's not very far from the truth as it is. And as the days go by, I learn to simply enjoy what I have, bloom where I've been planted and live in the moment because tomorrow was never promised to me. It may never come. And yesterday doesn't exist anymore except in my memory. All I have is today...
So today is what I'll "live."