The Present

Sometimes you look back and wonder. At how the present is such a weird place to be. Right between the ponderable and irrevocable past and the unponderable and unpredictable future. The past is certainly beyond any measure of change, except in the imagination of course. The future is, again, beyond any measure of control. What exists and what defines us is the here and the now and what we are in the here and the now. Yet, is that really under our control? For the now is always assailed, no, plagued by the regret and nostalgia of the past and the anxiety and uncertainty of the future. In the now, all we do is forget or recreate our past and work, hope and pray for a better future. And through it all, we yearn for the simple things, simple pleasures. Something amazing to do. Something amazing to eat. Someone amazing to love...