I often feel like I am waiting for my life to begin. I am not exactly sure what I am waiting for but I feel like I am getting robbed of the present. I have taken many hours and maybe even days to consider this but how is it that one begins to live in the present?
"Those great efforts of intellect, upon which the mind sometimes touches, are such that it cannot maintain itself there. It only leaps to them, not as upon a throne, forever, but merely for an instant." Pascal
Maybe I will not know the fullness of each passing moment this side of heaven, but I will continue to search for the measuring stick of truth and the perspective of eternity. In the meantime I will watch the time tick by without my consent and I will continue to adapt and grow. But how I wish I had the courage to rush down the stairs.
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