I’ve been reading a lot of existential mumbo jumbo while trying to make sense of the ups and downs of this thing called life.

I have a quote hanging over my computer which reads “The two most important days of our lives are the day we were born and the day we figured out why.” I’m still waiting in anticipation for that second day but it just hasn’t happened.  But then, there’s always today…

After reading Eckhart Tolle’s book “The Power of Now” I’m really confused. Trying to be present in the “now” is like sitting at the edge of a river, looking at the water flowing over one rock. As soon as you focus on one moment in the flow of water, that portion of water has already moved downstream.

The present moment is just plain too elusive and when we think we have a grasp on it, the next moment has already crept in.  See?  My brain is hurting. If I examine the present moment carefully, I begin to doubt that the present even exists.

But back to purpose and why we are here.  Maybe in the end it is simply about how much joy we can create in the lives of our contemporaries – aka family and friends and those we share space with on the planet.  I just don’t know so I think I’ll just go back to bed and start the day over without so much thinking and trying to stay in the moment.  But then, sometimes fond memories of the past and/or anticipation of a better future are just what the doctor ordered.

To hell with “NOW” –  it’s too fickle to fool with. And like Andy Warhol, I fear I may be a deeply superficial person.