Now is a timeless state—no past, no future. It’s where time dies.
What the undisciplined, puffed-up mind does: It projects the past onto the future. It remembers and anticipates, regrets and fears, blames and expects. None of this has anything to do with right now.
Complexity is an illusion. Life is supremely simple. It’s what I’m doing now.
The crisis is now. The invitation and opportunity are now.
The present moment has its detractors. They are bored, fidgety, anxious. They would prefer a different moment. Of course, there is no other moment. This is it. The whole enchilada is right now.