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To Be Alive
In the suspended moment of now
“Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham
The past is gone.
The future is yet to happen.
The present is constantly changing.
So how do we even live? Remember? Plan? How can we fully be aware of the time in which we are currently living, lest we be too involved in thinking of the past or the future? We can’t… unless we fully submit all of our senses, feelings, thoughts, actions, emotions into the momentous now that is constantly becoming the past. The same now that passes us by so damn quickly, it’s hardly even considered the present. The same now that once was the future and is too soon the past. The same now that is suspended in the elusive concept of time — entangled in the past and future and thus, the present.
To be alive, suspended in the moment of now, is how we can even ascertain the reality of our goings-on.
Our past is truly only defined by the memories we conjure up, create, manifest. We conjure up, create, manifest these memories. So might they be false…
