For some, it is easiest to focus on the past. The good that was, beauties in life that have died.
Some insist on looking toward the near future. What good or dread is to be had in three months, half a year, five.
Others would rather see all life as though through the eyes of one who's already seen it. The aged who are no longer strong or beautiful, but wisest of anyone for all they've experienced.
Why must it be so difficult to see TODAY? The afternoon you are spending in quiet enjoyment with a friend. The three hours you wasted on a stupid movie you watched alone. The coffee date with someone you wish was more than just a friend but is a dear friend, nonetheless. Why is it so hard to see the beauty in the present moment? Why am I always looking behind and ahead but so rarely at the minute I'm actually IN?
I think I've blogged about this before... but I needed to hear it again.