It is never the same nor am I.
The door of equanimity is ever open, swinging wide, but until I immerse myself in the moment, there is no evenness of mind.
“I gave myself up so completely to present desires and pleasures that I had no energy to waste on more wishful thinking” (Simone de Beauvoir).
The moment takes me through life’s ebb and flow. Some days are a constant juggling act; others, more an extended meditation, not a ripple in sight. Each is its own daily dose.
I am content not to know yesterday or tomorrow. Mine is the moment, and it is enough.