Just this Moment

Does anything ever truly make sense?

What dots are we meant to connect?

What purpose are we to derive?

What lessons are we to learn?

What are we to make of anything?

What are we to make of everything? 

The senseless wars, 

The calamitous natural disasters,  

Loss of countless lives

Unbearable personal losses

Nothing makes sense anymore 

Fate, Time, Destiny...

Nothing offers solace anymore.

Maybe there are no hidden patterns,

No great Karmic revelations, 

No patterns to unfold,

No method in all this madness,

Just random things, all happening... 

All around us

And so much onto us

To keep looking for a purpose,

To make sense of things...

To look for some light in our shroud of darkness,

To find melody in the deafening silences...

Maybe this only leads to more grief 

Maybe this only leads to spiralling down

Maybe this just cripples us

When all we imagined was

That difficult lives should have happy endings

Alas, it appears not so.

So, here we stand, broken, fragmented, incomplete...alone...

Maybe all we can do 

And all we have to learn to do 

Is live just one day at a time

Live one moment at a time

Just the Present...not the Past...not the Future

Just be present...just this moment...

For ourselves...for others around us...

Just being good and being kind

To others and to ourselves 

For we never know when things end

Just this one moment...

That is all Life is 

Just this Moment