Looking ahead, looking behind
Never a moment to spare for the now
“How was I? What did I? When did that change?”
“How will I? When should I? What things remain?”
Now is inconvenient.
Now pokes and prods, distracts and interrupts.
Now cannot wait, now cannot be put aside, redirected, or forgotten.
Now is noisy, now is sticky, now is messy.
But once the moment is gone, it will never be the same.
There is a time for everything—
For peace and war, living and dying, mourning and laughing, motion and stillness.
But now is so precious.
Now is so urgent.
Can now be the time for everything?
Can everything be happening at once?
But I won’t be a part of it.
I can’t move fast enough.
Now is always hungry.
Hungry for more time, hungry for attention.
Feed your now, or the past will be emaciated
And the future will be bloated.
But take care not to overfill your now, or the future will become
One day at a time.
One now is the time.
Slow down, greet the now with a handshake or a hug, skip the small talk, and get to doing—especially if the doing is just being.
Now will always be here.
But just as a child is always growing, an adult is always aging, and the world continues turning—
Now will never be the same again.