Real simple

Look it's real simple. We all know this, but here it is again.


Right now is all there is (and even that's a bit iffy)...

The past is frozen:

The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Rubáiyát: Khayyám/Fitzgerald

The future ain't here, never will be:

We treat our future selves as though they were our children, spending most of the hours of most of our days constructing tomorrows that we hope will make them happy.

Daniel Gilbert: Stumbling on Happiness

THIS

BREATH