Living In The Present Book Novels & Stories

The hum of the refrigerators filled the space where music had been. Minutes later, outside, the air was cool, carrying the promise of sleep and tomorrow and whatever waited beyond it. As I locked the door behind me, something settled fully into place. I wasn’t running from the past anymore. And I wasn’t chasing the future either. I was standing in the present, feet planted, eyes open. And for the first time in longer than I could remember, it felt steady. Like the ground beneath me wasn’t going to give way. Like whatever came next, I’d meet it on my feet.

The way I no longer felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I stood at the window for a long moment, city lights blinking steadily below. No chaos. No breaking alerts. Just motion continuing without me having to chase it. I knew better than to believe in permanence. Life didn’t work that way. But I believed in presence. In choosing to stay when leaving would be easier. In waking up without rehearsing exits. I picked up my phone, hesitated only a second, then typed before I could talk myself out of it. Me: Today felt full. In a good way.

Trash like this landlord could easily be killed with a wave of her hand, yet she actually chose to withstand this sort of humiliation? If it were Aunt Rockefeller, she would have given a big slap to the landlord and killed him already. Alex was also curious and asked, “Zella Yaeger, why do you live in such a place? With your capabilities, it should be easy to earn money, right? For example, this old geezer here, you can get him to hand over all his wealth in just a matter of minutes.” Zella shook her head and lowered it. “I don’t have any capabilities, and I can’t earn any money.”

Turns out for them I’m a whole mystery that no can be able to solve. And I don’t think there’s someone who can figure out and can change my views. I’m just at the point of my life where if something feels like it’s draining me, or fighting with my peace of mind and happiness, I’m not dealing with all, at all. I unconsciously bore my eyes on my Psychology Attraction book before following Ave who already left me. I heaved a sigh, I guess. I don’t believe in predictions, but I do believe that there’s a future waiting for us. But at this moment, I predicted my own. And that’s what I want to happen regardless of what will life throws on me. Because the best way to predict the future is to create

I could understand what he was saying; it was not just about his cousin, as we had just discussed a few minutes ago. “Amber…" Ivan took a deep breath before saying, “We can not change the past, but we can live in the present happily.” Instead of dwelling on and mourning the past, we should focus on the present. He said, taking my foot and sliding one of the slippers before repeating with the other. “You should always talk to me before predicting things in your mind.”

If only I had known that Jane would come to him, I should have come to him first, for I have first known him, he belonged to me. ‘Believe, the simple little things of today might be the bigger things tomorrow. ’ she said and pulled a book from the bookshelf; Ikigai - The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, and handed the book to me. ‘Open it to whatever page,’ I then opened the book, page 66, the first thing I read was, Live an Unhurried Life. ‘What do you see?’ she asked. ‘It says, Live an Unhurried Life.’

I want to tell him that he can tell me the things that's bothering him and I will take it to wherever I go wishing he'll beat up with his muted wars. Life's full of plot twists you didn't expect that will happen. No one has any idea what is tomorrow or when is the time to decide, to depart, or when is the time everything would just fall apart.That's why you need to seize every moment. Take a lot of pictures and don't even bother to think if you look awful or too excited, what matteres the most is that you are the happiest at that moment. Go wear that dress not to impress others but to impress yourself. Live for yourself first, second for them.

And I breathed. Not the organized way — not the four counts, not the deliberate structure. The actual way. The way a person breathed when breathing required no direction because the room was sufficient and the company was sufficient and the present moment was, despite everything it contained, despite the weight of it and the loss in it and the distance between the beginning and this — The present moment was real. I was in it. Not adjacent to it. Not managing it from outside. Not holding it at the safe distance where it could be examined rather than experienced.

Natalia laughed and replied, "Thanks, Shasha. We worked hard to find this place. It feels good to have our own space finally." Shasha smiled, but then she felt a hint of jealousy as she thought about their new environment versus the slum where she still lived. She teased Anthonio, "Hey, can I move in with you guys? I need some of that good life too." Anthonio laughed and said, "Of course, you're always welcome here. But seriously, finding a good home takes hard work and patience." Natalia added, "And it's not just about the place. It's also about working hard and being disciplined with our goals."

The therapy had reminded him of this: that he was not outside the current of things, that he had his own currents, his own wants, his own after. He made dinner. He sat at the table and read—he was, finally, finishing the book he had been failing to read since the early sessions. It was a biography of Pauli Murray, a gift from a colleague, and he had been stuck on the middle chapters for weeks because his attention kept drifting to the therapy, to Ethan, to the shape of the ending. Tonight he read without drifting. The book was good. Murray's life was extraordinary—lawyer, priest, poet, someone who had refused every category and built a life that made the categories seem small. He read for an