It sounds so incredibly easy, doesn’t it.
Live in the moment.
Yet I admit I find it overwhelmingly difficult, and I’ve attempted to analyze exactly why.
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I thought about it today as I was updating my closet for the upcoming weather
I had three piles of clothing.
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One intended for to be worn for (to use a vintage phrase) good wear
One to be kept for casual use ( a nice description for days I don’t emerge from my apartment and remain chained to my computer) when no one can see me.
The third larger pile would be kept for daily use when I strive to appear reasonably attired.
As I started to replace the items in my closet, I suddenly realized I was hardly living for the moment. Rather I was anticipating both good, bad and different days in an unknown future.
Then I recalled the first time I heard the advice, “Live for the Moment.”
It was on a cloudy September morning when our family doctor and friend called me into his Amityville office and held my hand as he quietly predicted my Anam Cara, my soul mate, would be be gone before Christmas.
His diagnosis was a bit off time wise, but alas, devastatingly accurate in its prognosis.,
That afternoon was also when a loving and wise family member counseled me to live one day at a time, moment by moment. I listened to her advice, but also wondered how that could be possible.
Yet somehow or other both he and I managed to do exactly that for his remaining time on this earth.
While possibly not living precisely in each moment that we still shared, we did come pretty close.
In the years that have since passed and I’ve been alone, somehow I seem to have misplaced that wise advice.
I find myself fretting about minutiae; running out of decaf coffee, a rain coat that is stained, a misplaced document, a printer without ink. All absolute nonsense in the total frame of life.
Today as I returned to the three piles of my clothing. I merged the good and the daily into one pile and gathered those originally intended for down days into a bag for a local charity.
Because I suddenly remembered that every day I may be blessed to live is a good day and one I should cherish. No day is a down day, nor should it be viewed from that perspective.
After all it’s really all the moments that are left to us that are the most important
