We fall back into the past, we jump ahead into the future, and in this we lose our entire lives.

The Buddha told him, "When we sit, we know we are sitting. When we walk, we know we are walking. When we eat, we know we are eating,

I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory is never like that. It makes hills of feeling in collapsed hours, a scene of enclosure made all precious by its frame.

To live in the present, you need to act or accept but never stay stuck.

Tomorrow is tomorrow.
Future cares have future cures,
And we must mind today.

To him, even the momentary was momentous.