My urge to live the next moment is becoming increasingly clear to me. I feel when it comes up – like a child asking in the car ‘are we nearly there yet?’ The feeling of being bored, that the current moment is not exciting enough, that I have to do something different. When I am in the ‘now’, my brain starts to be occupied by the ‘next’. Either by wanting this moment to pass so that the next moment will finally start. Or while I am doing something, my brain starts to wander off, thinking about what I will do next. Or it starts commenting about what I will say about the now in the next moment. A true monkey brain!
Though slowly but surely I seem capable of recognizing this habit, and I started to realize that if I always want the next moment, I never truly will be in the now. Or to phrase it with the words of John Lennon: “life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.”
Certainly not always am I capable of not following this strong habit, but the few times I realize I am actually in the ‘now’, and I am not seeking for the ‘next’, it feels really good. It feels ok. It feels natural. Then I am exactly where I need to be. Regardless of where I am or what I am doing.