Moments

What’s so special
about the present moment
is that it’s all there ever really is.
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All our other moments
are just ideas,
thoughts about moments passed,
or moments yet to be.
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Endless hours roll by
while we ruminate
about what happened,
or what might happen,
while what IS happening
passes by us,
unnoticed.
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This is the tragedy of our lives:
that the more time we spend
assembling and assessing
our lives’ stories,
the less time we spend
actually living.