Being Here

Reality is fleeting.

This construct forever moving from tomorrow to today to now to then to yesterday and beyond.

We’re keyed to be in motion, to moving through time and space, to the point where we don’t (usually) take the time we could be to be present.

To be in the now.

In the moment, in all its glory.

Glory here being subjective, and highly so.

Sometimes we’re lucky enough to know that the moment is momentous.

That what we’re experiencing is amazing.

Mostly, though, we measure it against the other moments: the ones we’ve had or the ones we hope to have, and we are unsure of how much we should enjoy this one.

Maybe next time we enjoy for what it is, and that’s this manifestation of little miracles, coming together in that now.