Yesterday once more 

Memories hold everything we’re attached to. Bad ones especially so; effort in denial and in “replacing” bad memories with good ones is clear testimony to the fact. We do hold those we hate closer; we think about them more often and intently than we do our loved ones. Doesn’t matter the constant or infrequent “sweet nothings” and I love you muahs to family and friends; hate is intense, we’re deeply attached to those we hate, and it consumes us. This is us bringing the past into our present. There’s more.

Digressing some: The circus most are caught in

We leave loved ones at home to get to work where we’re likely defending ourselves or our turf, or plotting against another. A phenomenon as “simple” (not easy, hey!) as gaining market share is usually at the cost of another’s product of services; unless we grow the market, which means weaning the consumer away from another category to ours. I’m not against competition, I just personally favour collaboration where possible.

Look around, humans are the flag-bearers of consumption and gluttony. More business for pharma, that’s otherwise inventing new diseases to sell drugs. Why bother embalming our dead; the chemicals we imbibe are doing that to us already. Whilst being “alive”. The living dead. You, I. Jeez!

Living a life that connects the gone-days-of-which-today-we-have-no-evidence, with the anticipated-but-neither-yet-seen-nor-experienced-nor-yet-traversed-days; is living in the shadows of the dead and the not-yet alive. Most curious that we should term that as life.

Having said that

Every yesterday carries a memory, generally qualified as good or bad. We seem to have no memory of the indifferent or uneventful. Yes, the Sun was out, it was a nice day, the trees were swaying in the wind; all relatively unremarkable. But OMG!, I got a thousand followers, or cracked that deal, or lost my job because of some sob; these are remarkable events the form the cornerstones of our yesterdays. We aim for less problems and more happinesses in the future as compared to those which we had in our past.

It’s critical to understand how our tomorrows and futures aren’t free of any of our yesterdays. We contemplate the past, modify it some, and assuming we’ve found a better way, place that into the future. Serves us well to understand that projecting a new future based upon a past strife means seeding the future with said strife. Likewise with the limited happinesses experienced in the past. Miserably inextricable; both.

Remembering yesterday locks in and into our tomorrow, leaving us with no breathing room for the right now. We can argue that our now is comprised of planning and executing for the future. No matter that, my point is that in thinking about the future, we narrow our focus so much that we lose connection with everything that’s happening around us in the One perpetual moment. Huge revelation, this? No.

Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a tiger by its toe!

Let’s try catch ourselves sporadically, even intermittently. What are we thinking about right now, or were thinking about five minutes ago? Very likely something about a tomorrow, which we know is inextricably connected with a yesterday.

In that, we forget ourselves, our breathing, our heartbeat; the dog, cat, swaying trees; the sheer locomotion taking place in our cities and the earth in that very moment; the waxing and waning moon, earth’s solar system, other solar systems, galaxies, nebulas, even whether space ends, for it it doesn’t, how, where and why does it curve? A regular curve-ball, this.

Welcome all that is present in every moment. In the sheer wonder of it all, there’s unlikely any thought of yesterday or tomorrow; forgotten or not, they’re irrelevant, unremembered in the moment, therefore non-existent.

Unbreak my heart

Are our minds and hearts going to forever be trapped in the warp and woof (yes, woof!) of the past and the future? Both of which we possess no evidence of as I write and you read this. And so herewith the question! If remembering yesterday necessarily means being connected to tomorrow, do we really want it?

For that One perpetual moment’s unending experience of stillness and rootedness in the Self, we may well need to say goodbye to yesterday.

Love and respect,

V