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Ever since I saw this quote I've been thinking about it. Craving as defined by Merriam-Webster: "A powerful desire for something."

So I stopped. Thought. Realized, Buddha is right.

When I'm on the train in the morning, I want to get to work.
When I'm at my desk, I want to get to the train.
When I'm on the train in the evening, I want to get home.
...and repeat.

If I stop wanting, what happens? I actually find myself in the moment. 

Yesterday, after I voted, I was heading toward the door not realizing there were signs everywhere telling me where the exit was. I didn't even realize there was another door until a policeman pointed to it and an old lady yelled at me that I was going the wrong way. I was embarrassed and felt like everyone was looking at me.

Then, I thought of Buddha. If I'm living in the moment, who cares? Yeah, I messed up, things happened, but who cares? So, I put my shoulders back, held my head up high, and said, "Thank you," as I exited the building.



Everything in our lives except for this moment is either a memory or a dream. That means that everything except for what we are experiencing right now is imaginary. 

Think about that for a minute. Everything except for right now is imaginary.

That photo of the White Mountains in New Hampshire is a captured memory. It doesn't exist anywhere else except right there. Seeing it brings forth a memory and I imagine myself being there with my husband and children throwing rocks in the water. Soon after I took the picture it started raining in sheets so we ran to the car. That moment, no matter how wonderful it was, is now just a memory.


Everywhere we go, everything we do, is all for right now.

When you walk, feel your shoes press against your feet when you walk, hear the ground crunch under your steps, feel the air enter your nose and lungs, breathe. Revel in the fact that you are alive, that you are here experiencing this, right now.

Once you do that, once you really let go of the baggage of things gone by and things to come you become free.



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