remedy for my anxiety about death.
I won’t dwell in the past, for sure,
when I looked forward to the future and ignored the present.
when I looked forward to the future and ignored the present.
In the future, I might finally get a job;
then I might even have a home, with a wife and kids.
then I might even have a home, with a wife and kids.
Well, that future became the past,
and what do I have to look forward to now?
and what do I have to look forward to now?
Death, preeminently—but I don’t want to say the D-word;
that’s why I’ve decided to LIVE in the present.
that’s why I’ve decided to LIVE in the present.
But how DO I live in the present
when I’m always bombarded with memories and plans?
when I’m always bombarded with memories and plans?
Is the problem that I’m not conscious of the present moment,
that my thoughts are not present with it?
that my thoughts are not present with it?
But when I remember the past, I’m not really IN the past,
but in the present in spite of myself.
but in the present in spite of myself.
Still, the present gets boring when I keep
filling it up with the same memories, moment after moment.
filling it up with the same memories, moment after moment.
As for the future, it’s the same anxious fretting as always, except
that the end of all my trials keeps approaching.
that the end of all my trials keeps approaching.
The end of the present. How CAN the present end
if it’s a single moment?
if it’s a single moment?
