Be Here Now

Live in the day, learn from the past. Yesterday was a Sunday. They were most certainly/suggestively/some cases religiously not made for working. But to at least reflect. How we move each day living a life that makes us happy but emitting a persona of misery is something i’ll never understand. To be understood and to understand are great qualities we all strive for.

That there are a million different opportunities and the ones that make up our past are just flickers in the moment we no longer have control of. For what is it, are we meant to take from each encounter. When you look at someone what do you see?

Are we just suppose to be herds, on top of the food chain. Have we reached our maximum potential. Humans only being semi functional for a few thousand years in essence yearn for a higher purpose, and afterlife… In one form or another. A number of different religions lets not the count the ones that have become extinct over what, out few millennia, all push to a point where somewhere in history we turned and started believing in something. What was the moment?

I personally find myself leaving a whole year of questioning and falling behind and hope that upwards is really the only place left to go.

How are you suppose to stop those yearnings for things you no longer have. How some people move on and find things to replace what was once there, and others get stuck in-between is just another thing that gets lost in all the day to day. All I can urge you too do…is just be here now…

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One thought on “Be Here Now

  1. Love how you put things out there, to leave people musing as they drive to work – which I will be doing in about 40 minutes.

    I hope you’re well, Patrick ๐Ÿ™‚ N.

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