Yesterday I had a really long night, not having anything to do for 7 to 8 hours but still getting paid.
I was at the airport and at around 9pm I felt the need to go for a walk outside…so I went out onto the ramp, where airplanes were taking naps as the sun started to set.
I don’t know what it was between the sun setting on a clear day, the airplanes watching it with me, or the slight coolness of the air…but somewhere along my walk, I felt grounded.
I felt being actually here. Standing on that spot. Breathing the fresh air that surrounded me, miles upon miles away from home.
I remember thinking that I’m doing all of this for the future of my career. That I’m here for what’s up next. I was living for the something, for the future.
But at that very moment, I felt very small. I felt..real. And I took everything in, what was around me, and what is happening right now. The present.
Sometimes dwelling on the past and worrying about the future gives us misery. But it’s so damn easy, we do it all the time subconsciously. Thus, living here and now…is not a simple act.
It’s an art. We must practice it often and repeatedly do it…so that it becomes easier to do the next time and the next.
And living in the now, in reality, has great benefits and bigger rewards.
