Just the moment in front of you. That’s it. That’s all you can work with. You don’t even own that moment, it just hangs there like the next rung on the monkey bars of life. So you swing forward propelled by the involuntary force of time and grab hold. There is a swirl of a world whipping around you. A breeze of what we call busy or busi-ness. But right now, it is only that next rung, that next moment, that next decision that you must handle. You string together a few moments and then another few moments until you forget that you are only presented with what is right in front of you. You start to look around and see that there are too many monkey bars to grab, to many possible paths. If you stretch out both arms to grab two rungs, you fall. But there isn’t, there is just one, the one right in front. So you look forward and you make it. You make that moment yours. Once you grab it, that last one, the one behind you, is gone and here you are one hand firmly clenched onto the bar and the other open wide ready to find its next destination.
Just one moment at a time.