Living in the moment is a privilege.
We are each an accumulation of events and experiences. To the best of my ability, I would love to anchor my existence in a single moment.
If I am bound, or feel bound by my past however, it takes an incredible amount of effort to unshackle myself.
Living in the moment is a privilege: I think very few of us are able to attain this high.
Living in the moment has been commodified too. Living in the moment is trending. It’s made to look like silky hair blowing in beach air; it’s a boyfriend behind the camera; it’s an acai bowel after an $80 workout; a perfect family outing; it’s a filter. It’s also largely whitewashed.
I suspect that many of the people claiming to be living in the moment are willfully delusional and/or have opted for selective amnesia. I see this as a basic survival skill; our mind and our bodies archiving experiences with biological prowess. And so while I acknowledge this, I am not casting judgment on what anyone does to protect themselves—to ensure that they can be, and will be, nourished by other experiences.
But for those of us that can’t forget and have opted to forge through the darkness in the hopes of our spotting and uncovering, sources of light—bravo and forge on.
I know that it can be difficult to hear that we should ‘live in the moment’, that we should ‘let go of the past’, that we are opting for sadness when happiness is apparently right in front of us–
Protect yourself. Silence the noise and silence those that have chosen a journey different from yours.
Ignore them, ignore them.
Ignore them in the same way they ignore our internal odyssey.