No escape.

Now. Yes, now that I’m an octogenarian, it’s a good idea to not get too far ahead of myself. Yes, to take life one day at a time. To deal with tomorrow and next week and next month. Only if and when they arrive. Recognizing. That the vast majority of my life has been lived. And there ain’t that much left. That is, if I think about it. And I don’t. When I’m completely absorbed in the moment. In now, now, now. Aware. That I’ve always left the past. And the future never arrives. Because I’m eternally stuck  In now. So I might as well savor it. There’s no escape. And if I do. Chances are. I’ll never know it. --Jim Broede