Carpe Diem. (Not to be confused with the YOLO, as documented here in Urban Dictionary.) Seize the day.
Live in – and thoroughly enjoy – the present moment.
We hear these prophetic sayings regularly, and most of us understand them logically.
Are you on Pinterest? There are more inspirational sayings there than you could ever imagine, each one making you shake your head in the affirmative, and holler out “YES!”
Why, then, is it so hard to really live here and now?
On our personal landscape, there have been a lot of deaths lately. The long days of services and gatherings are a blaring reminder that each and every moment in life needs to be cherished. You leave the last gathering understanding how things need to be different. But then the old habits creep in…. worry about tomorrow, angst about last week. You get busy again, and things are not different.
In order to pursue your dreams, do you need to give up living in the present? Does planning and preparing for tomorrow, while taking into account lessons learned from yesterday, mean that you lose the present moment?
I think not, but I find myself in a moment of personal challenge. The sands have shifted, and I am unsure of my footing. How do you stay present, when you are not sure what tomorrow brings? There are moments where I think “it will all work out”, but other moments when I think “I have lost so much”.
I was lucky enough to get out today for a long walk. The day was perfect – crisp fall sunshine, cool in the shade, warm in the sun, a slight breeze pushing acorns to the ground. The Rail Trail ensured no car traffic, only me and the squirrels rattling the leaves.
If I were daring enough to tattoo myself at this late stage of the game, it would be in a visible, non-sagging area, and it would say “Right here. Right now.” It would serve as a daily reminder: each day you live is one less day you have left on the planet. Your worries might seem enormous, but change brings possibilities you might never have imagined. That furrowed brow and upset stomach – both are an enormous waste of time.
When I go for a walk now, and Tainted Love by Soft Cell comes on, I should dance, just like I want to, arms in the air. I should
screech sing “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin'” with Steve Perry from Journey. I should skip when the mood strikes.
Or maybe I need to find a tattoo parlor…