One Moment

Sometimes I look at my reflection in the mirror and don’t recognize the eyes staring back at me. Who is that person, hidden in there? 

Embrace the “now"...

It is to snatch that feeling of being fully alive that I am reckless, if for only the tiniest glimmer of a moment. But never can I feel so alive as when I separate from the “me” created to please the world, let loose the hurricane inside, and grab hold and live, feel, breathe, touch, this moment; this reality; this now.

Wake up.

Sometimes I want to grab the person I see in the mirror and shake them.

I learn a lot about myself, continually. And I wonder. Will it ever stop? I think not. I think this creation of myself will never stop. That’s what it is—a creation. 

We can not dig through murky waters of our pasts to discover who we are, who we were meant to be. That person, good or bad, is gone. Trying to “get him back” leaves us in a fragmented state, growth stunted, blind to anything but that elusive version of ourselves we perceive to have been the “real” or “right" version. 

All of life is an evolutionary process. To not periodically shed the old skin and recreate ourselves into something new is tragedy, I think. Fear. Holding too tightly to the assumed security of the past. We are not who we were yesterday, or a year ago, or before this or that happened. To try to be is not the task. It’s about who we will be in an hour, tomorrow, a year from now, but most of all, who we will be right now. 

This moment.

Because this moment is all we have.