Her post today isn’t really a poem, but something of a light-hearted observation about how difficult it is to live “in the moment.”
Despite her previous references to this state of perpetual “now,” in truth, she clearly has the same issue most do when confronting the concept. How exactly do you maintain that moment without falling off the edge into the past or future, and how exhausting an effort it is, “Thinking about thinking,” when a moment should be allowed to flow effortlessly from one moment to another.
Too much focus ruins the whole concept of “letting go<’ and you wind up dissecting the moment rather than experiencing it.
This idea that we must live in the moment and not worry about the past or speculate about the future is easier said than done.
How do you live up this idea when the mind seems to have a will of its own and goes off where it wants?
It becomes a big a struggle to corral random thoughts than to deal with the hamster wheel thinking in the first place.
Ultimately it becomes an exercise in futility.
If you have to work so hard to stay in the moment, if all your will is bent on where your thoughts go, you are not living in the moment at all, but rather being obsessed trying to.
In the end of this poem, she throws up her hands and get ready to go back to work.
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