When your jet lagged, you walk around in a daze. When your in love, you experience everything as though its the first time. When you run a marathon, you forgot the burn in your legs. When you paint, you loose yourself in a world of artistic bliss.
In each of these moments we become so absorbed we lose sight of time and place; as we focus solely on the task at hand and the object of our desire.
Today I ponder: if I focus on this moment am I really living or is the living yet to begin?
