Remembering the present

Cleaning up my bedroom yesterday, I came across something I wrote a couple of years ago, tossed deep down in the under-bed archives_…_

At various points in their lives, some people realize the need to forge ahead new selves, to attempt to claim some identity as if they never had one to begin with. They’re preoccupied with the things they are yet to do, yet to achieve, with the things they must do to be. They try hard to find that place within and outside of themselves which speaks true. Which speaks not to their past, but to their future. They fret about the nature of their past and shun the slowness of the present and live only in a future that is of unknown, untested potential.

Then there are those who’d rather lay trapped in the comfort of the past, their minds lingering woefully about days gone by. Desperate, they seek solace with what’s left of the past–snapshots, snippets and nothing else. The past is all that these people seek, they’re preoccupied with a melancholic nostalgia caressing their daily routines. The future to them is nothing but another moment to remember the past.

Still, there are others who seek themselves in the present moment. Every minute to them is one of reinvention, of change and transformation for the better. They simply aim to find within themselves the present moment. They look to this moment for who they are. And once they center themselves in the present moment, any temporal disruption of a past or future nature that has been cascading their days into nowhere will be no more.

Here’s to everyone who managed to find his or her present moment! Live and love and may all your present days–past, future and now, be as blessed as this Ramadan.

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