We have a tendency...
and I mean a big tendency, as humans,
to look at the past with nostalgia.
The passing of time makes what's behind us seem all the more sweet.
We largely forget the bad and cling to the good parts of our history (or herstory).
And yet, our world is built to run in only one direction...
like a car with no transmission or accelerator.
Here, stuck in the middle of what's ahead and what's behind,
is where life actually happens.
We sit in the driver's seat with the past in our rear view mirror
and the future in front of the windshield,
and we are unable to speed up or slow down,
much less throw ourselves into reverse.
And yet, we spend so much of our mental energy on everything but the here and now.
We either lament or long for the past.
We either look forward to or worry about the future.
We sit in the driver's seat while the here and now passes by us...
out our side window,
and we forget to look... to observe...
to roll down the window and appreciate what is all around us with all of our senses.
Here and Now.
There have been so many books written on the subject of
"living in the now"
and a baker's dozen ways to express the same idea.