Let’s live the present as a constant journey and not as an end in itself. Our natural tendency makes, unconsciously, we see in the past, as someone other than who we truly are. Michael Chabon brings even more insight to the discussion. We believe that under the current circumstances we have managed to come up with something. Our situation is real. We understand the why of things. At times, depresivamente. But with the belief of the cycle is complete. We always speak as if were going before another person, without experience or maturity.
Weren’t we, me / now / perfect gift by depressed to be. We look back as if we were not previously complete. Before we were not ready. Now Yes. Silly it was.
Things of the age. And we even believe it. It is a noble lie that makes us our mind, but which ultimately do nothing but leave us in sidings. It is a constant throughout our lives. We need to autoafirmar us by telling us that we have come to an end. We cling to that feeling of control, however small that is. The moment present, which is always, is the reference from which we see the world. We assume our weaknesses, care, which we want to show, because we are generous and fair, now that we are older. If we have that feeling. Prize! We continue with the water to the neck. Reared, without seeing that we give the Ferris wheel turns. Now is the before then, invariably. This was easy. We must understand that today, yesterday, and tomorrow, we are in a station stop amidst the maze of existence. Our continuous path flowing, although we believe that our history comes and part of the present, which is the Center. And not. We are travelers, as people, as human beings, as a species. Like Ulysses, the transcendental is not the destination, but the journey. It is in the understanding of the journey where we should locate our excitement of live. To make that determination, to decide to enjoy the constant flow of each step, without belittling our past, forgiving us if it is necessary, that has enough already poor, the time always is here and now. At any moment, it is never late or soon. And if we do not, by indecision, cowardice, carelessness, ignorance, or because it will give us the WINS, it won’t come an avenging angel to punish us. Again will be. The remedy is penance. And the here and now will continue, waiting patiently, for that I give with stable output without ramming us with horns. And I would not like to end without saying that to me, what really I like, as much as hurts to many, they are the celebrations of my people, with their celebrations and clamor. But that is another story.