There are two important lessons I keep encountering.  I wonder, if I’ll truly ever find a complete understanding of either one.  They are hard lessons for me to totally embrace and accept.

The first is this:  Life unfolds only in moments.  There isn’t a single one of us that has ever experienced ANYTHING… that wasn’t part of a single moment occurring.  The now happens.  The right here.  Life comes to us in instances.

We project about the future.  We linger on the past.  And all we really have… is the present moment.  Right here.  Right now.  The single moment is our only point of contact with time… with life.

The second lesson is this:  Life is really a subjective experience.  No matter how hard we try to convince ourselves in the “truth of the matter”…. it isn’t really so.

Everything we think, and believe to be true, is subjective. Everything I experience is based on my perception… which has been formed by my own, unique, life events.    The people I’ve met, the books I’ve read, the places I’ve been.  The implications of this, on a broad scale… are significant.  I will never see the world quite like anyone else sees the world.  Vice versa.  And on, and on.  One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.  And that is how it goes.

This is where I continue to seek balance.  In knowing how to set boundaries, and how to be compassionate for others.

Lessons, lessons, lessons.

And then I have to wonder.  What do I do with all the old axioms, I’ve come to know and love?

Does a stitch in time still save nine?

Since we only have the here and now… can the early bird really get the worm?  Is there such a thing?

What about better late than never?

Can time really be killed?  Or wasted?

And on, and on.  Yet….

I am pretty sure that time still does fly.

“The clock talked loud.  I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.”  ~ Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle