Living

I don’t live in the past.
Nor do I live in the future.
I live in the present.
Always, in the present.
Sometimes the immediate present.
I can’t see the future nor do I learn from the past.
My mind is like a Picasso to a child.
Sometimes pretty, but with little or no meaning.
How can I survive without a direction or a picture of where I’m going?
But, it’s ok.
I’ve learned to take the moment and stretch it as far as I can.
So, sometimes the past and the future are the same.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter what’s next,
Or what has been.
Now is enough.