Maybe today we can spend a few minutes just being.
We can ignore our what’s-for-dinner.
Or let next week’s schedule just happen.
And perhaps forget that thing we did last week that we wish we hadn’t.
Instead, maybe we can just look out of the window and notice our breath.
We can watch the birds or gaze at the bark of a tree.
Then – perhaps – we understand that this IS living.
It’s not our plans and our schedules and our thoughts and our regrets.
Instead, it’s just being. Noticing. Aware.
It’s living because it’s all that is real.