I M Perfect lady

“Our relationship with the Present Moment defines our relationship with life itself”

              Wayne Dyer

The connection between how we relate to this moment is how we relate to life overall.

How do you greet each present moment?  Do you find it bountiful or lacking?

When the moment arises and presents itself to you, how do you react, what do you say to it?

With each breath we take a new moment arrives, and how do you welcome it?

What happens if we dismiss this time, if we are too busy planning for a time in the future, a present moment in the future, what happens to this time right here right now standing in front of you?

What happens if you ignore this moment, turn a blind eye to the Now, planning on how you will or will not behave or be taken care of over there?  What happens to this little moment of newborn time standing here?

The old saying “Take care of the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves,” is the same with seconds of time.

If you take care of how you greet each second in time, your whole life will take care of itself.

We can only live our life one second at a time, we can’t spend in the future and we can’t get back the past, those seconds we already spent or are not here yet.

How many people are holding their breaths, enduring for the moment for a Heaven to come?  Folks working in jobs they hate for a retirement in later years, women married to a man who they hope will change in some distant future, mothers waiting for their children to grow up and away so they can have the freedom to be?

It seems people are holding themselves hostage, kidnapping their lives today for a better life tomorrow.

How does that work?

I know that I used to be holding my breath wishing time would speed up and free me from my predicament.

How backwards is that?

Blaming time for going so slow, like how am I going to live like this for that long of time, never once thinking that I could be spending my time doing something I love, then time would be immaterial. 

It isn’t time to blame, but how you spend your time.  Can you really blame time for your unhappiness?

Time passes by, present moments go by you as you are holding life hostage for a better tomorrow, insanity at its best.

Like ignoring this precious moment in time, stuffing it full of things you hate, so that you can live a better life eventually.

What happens to yourself while you do this?  Can you really stuff full a life of discourse and anger, resentment and hate and come up with a wonderful retirement or freedom in some distant place.

Isn’t it like taking the trip to a wonderful Island Resort by paddling an inner tube across the ocean to get there?

Is the journey of suffering worth the reward at the end?

Can we toss aside billions of present moments and call it a life well lived?

Imagine how many present moments there are in each day, in a week, a lifetime!

It overwhelms me in the sheer number we get and we do nothing for them.  They simply arrive, a present to open!