How much time do I spend searching out things to make me feel:
When everything I could ever need or want is within arm’s reach.
The people whom I love more than any thing in this entire universe
Are right here and now.
Yet, often I am not.
I am predicting and planning the future
Or rewriting the past.
But the present,
The present is an unfamiliar place for me.
The now often evades me
For reasons I don’t entirely understand.
Even though I am fully aware
That remaining in the here and now
Is key to my peace and contentment.
I abandon the current
That which I cannot control
For the illusion of command
Over what once was
Or what may be.
And the cost is steep.
For I will never get my moments back.