More often than not, the end is all we see. And who can blame us? The end is guaranteed. The end is definite. The end is always there, waiting, patiently or otherwise.
There is a lot of talk among us humans of living in the moment. It seems to be something we all strive for – some sort of golden ticket that’s forever dangling at arm’s reach, just inches from our fingertips, nearly attainable but never quite so. When you consider that even a Tibetan monk plans ahead for long meditations by stretching, you might agree that it’s time to rethink this moment stuff.
So what’s in a moment? Not much at all really…seconds at best, maybe a minute, if you can hold onto it. THIS is a moment, THAT was a moment, you’re in a moment right now, or you were, a second ago. What does it mean, to be “in” a moment? Are we ever outside of moments? I guess I’m now outside of all moments passed, which I suppose means that I’m inevitably outside of more moments than I’ll ever be in. Psychologists would suggest that by the time our brains actually process the moment, it’s already technically over, so perhaps it’s a battle best left for our dreams and romances. Perhaps the moment forever belongs to history.
Is it any surprise, then, that our minds drift to more distant moments? That we ponder – no, worship the end like some sort of super moment along the conveyor belt of moments that make up our lives. It is a tragedy, really, that we live our lives planning for that one last moment, hoping that it’s a good one, hoping that it doesn’t let us down, or deceive us. Afterall, the end may be the only moment that really lasts.
Perhaps the truth lies in the realization that life is but a moment. And by extension, to live in the moment is simply to live life. The end, afterall, is a culmination of all moments before it.
Or, perhaps the truth lies in the realization that embedded in each moment is every other moment. My end is happening now, in this moment, just as this moment will undoubtedly play a role in my end. All moments are subject to entanglement. All moments are lived NOW. All moments are lived THEN. What do I want from my last moment? That’s the question we should all be asking ourselves. I know what I want – I want what I want in every other moment I’ve ever lived, or ever will live. I want a little clarity, some flow, and a bucket of peace. And should the last moment be eternal, I will have grasped it in the end.