What we look at, we solidify. What we experience unfolds into endless possibility. When we look back, the past solidifies into the present. When we look forward, we create a life with only the possibilities of this moment, denying the contribution of future moments. Either way creates a life of mediocrity. The moment is an illusion, it does not exist. It splits the place of no-time. What is real, cannot be split.
Don’t hold on. Blow free with the wind. Where the wind blows, there are no moments.