“Any other moment than right now. Please? I need space. Allow me some space to clear this. I don’t have time to get through this right now. There’s too much going on right now for me to work this out. I can’t be here. I really cannot be here… Give me that thing! Pass me the remote! Give it! Give it here! I want to watch something else now, come on!”
Programming. Ever since the dawning of our evolution with respect to a widespread educational system. The answers are found outside of ourselves. The prizes and awards and the ceremonies and the celebrations of elaborate pleasure creased and folded alongside the losses and the miseries and the addictions and the deaths and the murders and the crimes and the fear-mongering conspirators. What could another moment mean?
There is no foreseeable or ascertainable value afforded for any individual who chooses to remain present…is there? Or could it be that this is the game that is being played on us? To take away from us our ONLY real power—to think—on our own—any thought that we want—by choice; or? To take action—in the now moment: to smile more? To laugh a little harder? To love oneself exactly as they are—NOW. Because it is not impressed upon us the significance of gracing this plane of existence with another moment. It’s easy—much easier—to captivate our attention on other matters of personal interest, or significance. This article? Perhaps, for instance, is capable of shaping the mindset of our ability to grasp the importance of the present moment, as with each word glossed through? Another moment passes. The moment to decide upon whether or not the moment was right, or, perfect, etcetera is gone and NOW, is another.
But what value was there in that moment?—a plain, ordinary singular context of disambiguation necessary only for the simple cause of plotting it all together someday and analyze the significance at a later period…”Ah…those were the days. Hey! Remember when you and I used to…” The individual moment of nothingness will likely never be treated the same as when a particular instance occurred. And so that must mean MIND, right? Perfection in performance requires ultimate focus, but when that instance of performance is gone—when it no longer entails aggressive thought patterns and programs to be aligned, there must be something for a person to do amidst all the chaotic levels of boredom, right? And being present in this NOW moment has seemingly no intrinsic value or reward, so what can a person do about it?
REHEARSE the importance of this very now moment. Each of these words being accounted for on your screen are allegedly my own, however, I am not able to say that with one-hundred percent certainty because I know I think I know that little voice in my head and maybe that is me, but if I could honestly tell anyone that I knew where that voice was coming from then I would. But I don’t—I simply don’t have an acceptable answer for you. What I do know is that I wouldn’t be capable of writing anything were I not present in this moment to listen to it. It’s not perfectly edited when it is first delivered, but the healthy amounts of education have reenforced a programmatic standard. And it’s not to say that this level of dictation is at its best, but it eventually gets the job done.
But back to you and whether or not it has dawned upon you the significance of another moment: you realize that this moment wasn’t a guarantee, correct? That anyone—at any point in time—for ANY reason at all—could die. You could agree to consider that you have made it pretty far along in your journey through life? Further than others, yeah? And then..if you are unable to discern as to the reason for WHY you have continued for so long, or why that is yet, that’s okay, but hear me out when I share: when something is given a finite (known) amount of time to exist it is perceivably more worthwhile than it would be otherwise, yes? Maybe not in a monetary-valuation sense, but hey if you knew someone close to you had only a week left to live then I would be surefire to guess that your priorities in your life and in surrounding that particular individual, would change. Change into what exactly? Could it be that a greater level of appreciation might arise? Appreciation? Is appreciation definable—meaning? Yes, but is the definition of appreciation negotiable, or, relative to the individual choosing to appreciate? Am I saying that we don’t appreciate the finite quantity of time given to us here on this planet either long enough or strong enough? Or? Was it the messiness and confusion we enjoy? That frantic, disorderly and disconnected state of societal madness, driving populations towards both fear AND pleasure and of which feels relatively safe and comfortable to squeeze into despite all of the insanity.
This is my stand. This is my call to action: as a fellow human being I feel a stripping away of my own identity each day. If I ever wander into the folds of life and see my apparition fixated on a tiny screen, huddled around a cozy fire and—how many individuals reading this, I wonder, went directly to the scene of some guy living underneath a bridge, huddling around a fire with his phone out and staring at the screen?
Or? Was the first imaginative look towards a beautiful skyline, zoom out through the window into a luxuriously carpeted and delicate living room fireplace where a family gathers to huddle around a phone screen monitor? Option A? Or, B? In the comments section below! You do realize, I hope, what this world and existence is asking from us, right? You now understand collectively the reason to bring more of yourself present within the space called existence? Let me know what you think it is. I am excited and driven to find out what level of value it was that you perhaps obtained from this post, or, if you’re feeling bold enough and simply want to say hello, then please…Stay well!
-Hart