Echoes from the Past — The Current Resurface
A few days ago, I discovered an old journal post from August 2019. It is fascinating to see how I spoke to myself in those past moments of inspiration. I feel both grateful and intrigued to receive this timely reminder; mysteriously resurfacing in this precise moment, five years and eight months later.
August 2019 — Up and down. Right and left. Rising, passing away. Arising, fading again. I felt so empty a few moments ago. Thinking “what is the point?” — of anything really.
Why push? Why try? Why bother? I was hoping it was my cold—that there was a reason for my low state, negative thoughts, and heavy feelings. It feels so permanent once it is there—or here.
When I am in that state, it feels as if the moment is eternal and the experience will last forever somehow. And I am forgetting that sensations, states, and feelings continuously arise, move through, and pass away.
The important thing is, of course, to be aware of this fact—aligning with the present moment and its current flow of energy.
It is a fine art: to be with what is, to know when to rest and wait, and to discern when it is time—time to act, being attentive to the arrival of the wave and following its peak.
Mastering The Flow
Making the most of the energy while it is here and available is a practice in itself. Knowing that if I don’t, in any second, it may disappear—never to return. At least not that exact tide, in that same way, while I am precisely who and where I am at this point in time.
What has been has been and will not come again, because that unique moment and the potential it contained have passed—transformed, gone with the wind.
Use it or Lose it—Go With The Flow
So a few minutes ago I was down. Then, while watching Into the Wild, as if those feelings had never existed, suddenly everything was beautiful again. All of a sudden, there was so much to do, so much to see, so much to be. And I just wanted to grab the pen and write—about hopelessness.
Hopelessness turning into hope. Transforming into potential, turning into life. Just a few lines…
I wrote, and as I wrote, the thoughts turned into words about ebb and flow— about the waves of the ocean and how we live in a sea of dreams. I wrote about presence and being attentive with care, to honor the moment by daring to dare.
I wrote about the current, about catching the wave; I wrote about the river that takes us away — away from where we are stuck. All we need is trust. The courage to feel and let go of what we think is real.
By letting go of the branches by the shore, we prove that we trust in the divine. By staying balanced on our board in the sea, we are ready to stand when it’s time.
And that is what we are all doing — is it not? Lying in the water, waiting for a wave to ride. And as we catch it, we feel truly alive, riding it as long as we can before it fades into itself.
Of course, life becomes much easier when you know there are waves to catch—and even more so when you understand they will fade away and disappear. The moment will not last. In fact, it never did, because it was always changing; we were simply too caught up in the moment—or distracted from it perhaps—to notice.
But don’t worry or blame—there will come new ones. Many. Countless. Probably infinite. Or what do I know? I’m only guessing… or am I?
Yet each one we don’t catch is an experience missed. Each moment carries waves of opportunity and possibility—and by staying inattentive, life keeps passing us by.
And some of us are just lying there, floating aimlessly on the vast ocean of potential and dreams—unaware of the magic of life and the mysterious universe that surrounds us always and everywhere.
Resting in the ocean, wondering about life—unaware of the infinite waves of opportunity that form and flow through us all the time.
Continuously it unfolds—the great flux and flow of creation. All we have to do is open our eyes, be willing to see, and dare to participate.
