Now is now. In this moment, do I practice trust or stagnate in fear? All is well or nothing is well? Anything is possible or nothing is possible? Choice. These are the passing seconds of my life; they are minuscule blinks of the cosmic eye. My heart is beating, what else do I need? This is my experience of being alive, encapsulated within this earthly body. Waiting for life to be something else is the illusion of all illusions. I observe the journey of sunrises and sunsets. In between the darkness and light, I simply breathe. I come home to Self over and over and over again. Millions of dramas are created and forgotten as the untrained mind wanders, seeking desperately for distraction. Moments of stillness seem like rare diamonds, but we are wealthy beyond comprehension. What could be better than this very moment? This body ages as wisdom grows. Freedom is relative to what I'm willing to release.