When I don't look into the
future, the past comes back.

My mind slips to the easiest
point in time, the now being the
hardest place to be. There is a
discomfort yet a familiarity with
the past. There is a fear, yet an
ease of creation with the future.

Why is it that staying in the
moment is the hardest? There is
so much to do in the now. So much
to observe and sense. Well maybe
not now. It's dark outside, and
there are no sound except the
dripping of the water filter in
the background. I stare at a
screen, and I can feel the heat
radiating from the base board
under the table.

I guess the past is more exciting
to remember at this point in
time. It will be the most
exciting for a while. Hence the
ease of slipping into thinking of
what a more exciting future could
be. But the past is gone, and the
future is uncertain, it feels
pointless to keep my mind on
these two points.

Last summer I was taught a
meditation, to focus on two
points and then focusing on the
in-between the two points. I
wonder if I can choose to focus
on two point in time, and then
observing the in-between the two
times.