A Moment.

We spend our days torn between the past and the future, as the present slips through our fingers. Ironically that present was the future, and now it’s the past.

How much of who we are in this very moment is residue from failures of yesterdays and defences built for the troubles of looming tomorrows?

Life is lived between the lines of today, for the individual details of this fleeting moment. We are all living in the most unique moment in time, that moment when the armies of the past and the armies of the future meet. We live in that tiny space between, untouched by the pains of a lifetime of past struggles and the uncertainty of an eternity ahead of us.

So why do we insist on ruining the only moment in time we are able to immerse ourselves in? The only moment of time we can actually control? The only moment in time we can actually enjoy?