Living in the Moment
Living in the Moment
To live in the moment
is to really see
to really feel the world around you
to live in the moment is to capture the glow of a camper's hair in the sunlight
to feel connected with the people around you
to understand how every moment slips away quickly
too quickly
so you must savor it while it lasts
to live in the moment is to hold the present to your heart
feel the gentle breeze in your hair
the sun balancing out the cool air
warming your face
as you play with the strings of the friendship bracelets tied to your water bottle
living in the moment
is being at peace with the people around you
the place you're in
living in the moment
peaceful
comforting
a sense of calm and order in the world
troubled thoughts aren't erased from your mind
just lightly tossed to the back
letting the moment sink in
absorbing what will soon dissolve
for living in the moment is a temporary thing
because it soon becomes the past
and then a distant memory
so to live in the moment
is peace
if not in the world
but in your eyesight.
The Voice
August 2025
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