Living In The Present Books Novels & Stories

"Thank you." I couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "What if I take you somewhere in this house? Would you like that?" "I'd love it if you did. But are you okay? I mean, what if it makes you even sadder?" "Not anymore. I think you're right, Quinny. The past should be left in the past and just be a memory. Now I'm living in the present, and that's what's more important." Quinn tapped my nose. "You're growing up fast."

“Fuck! I was supposed to be at the bank two hours ago. And a courier is supposed to drop off some documents from work so I can get started on my presentation next week for the board. Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” “Relax Grayson. All that shit can wait. It doesn’t even matter. You just nearly died and had a traumatic experience. You need to slow down and get your priorities straight.” “I have my priorities straight. I need to get all my affairs in order while I still can.” Amber sighed as Grayson scrambled towards his closet. She watched him choose some clothes quickly as she worked on her pile of pancakes. He dressed quickly then went into the bathroom to comb his hair. Amber envied his b

But living—messy, imperfect, shared living—that keeps going. Thank you for reading. Thank you for witnessing. And if you’re standing at the edge of your own next chapter— I hope you step into it unafraid. — Willa Roane

“Westbridge isn’‌t cruel for no reason. It’‍s bored.” I shiv⁠ered, “And boredom,‌” h‍e continued, “hunts for enterta‍in‌ment.” A chill slid down my spine. I glanced around. La⁠ughter, smiles and nothing openly hostile bu‍t I knew b⁠et⁠ter‍. This place didn’t b‌reak people loudly. It did it slowly and strat‌egically.

Liberty had been restless lately though I did not know why and she wasn’t saying. I am currently standing on the porch awaiting the arrival of the visiting packs, I don’t know how Bradley did it but they are all arriving at the same time. I quickly run my fingers through my waist long hair and think of how I should have trimmed it before everyone arrived. My nervousness leaves me as the first car pulls to a stop and Mason and Melanie step out and begin to approach. Screw the formalities I state as I walk up and hug them. “Where’s Zack?”

Nick and as she caught up to him, she held his hand and smiled up at him. "We don't heal the past by dwelling there, we heal it by living fully in the present. And that's what I intend to do. This is my present and I want to live fully in it. Whatsoever happened in my past, belongs right there—in my past and my past alone. So, would you help me live my present to the fullest, Cage?" Nick stared long and hard at her before breaking into a very radiant smile. "Let's go window shopping, Jolie!"

Sudhir may seem to be most understanding but once he decides on something, he will not back out of it. So, I slowly let go of the past and like Kalpana always says, I try to live in the present and everyone is going along with their lives, I want to let go of all bad thoughts too. Now, all I am concentrating on is my life with Kalpana and our Sudhir. And maybe with a new member adding to our family soon if it goes well. The next day, I stayed back at the house while Sudhir went out to play with his cousins and Kalpana went to chit-chat with others.

Her response comes immediately: "Proud of you. Remember—you can always change your mind. Nothing is permanent. But for now, be present. See what's actually here instead of catastrophizing what might happen." I set down my phone and focus on being present. The sound of Damien breathing beside me. The unfamiliar city sounds outside. The weight of a choice I can't take back. I'm here. In Seattle. With Damien. Building something new. And I have no idea if it's going to work. But at least I'm trying. At least I'm here. And maybe—just maybe—that's the bravest thing I've ever done. Not knowing the ending. But showing up anyway.

But how long? “I should go. Bye,” I said, bowing my head to them before leaving. “Bye, Ukiyo. Be careful.” Drayce said. The door closed behind me and headed my way to the elevator. At night. I went to bed early. Right before I left Drayce’s studio, I went straight to the bookstore and stopped at a café for a while. I realized that once I finally am in the limelight, I no longer enjoy my privacy or even going out to have fun by myself. But it was different from Mairin.

The book is called The Brief for the Second Life: How Real Things Move Between People. The title arrived in August, on the morning she realized that the book had been circling its own subject for three years and had finally reached it: not the practice as a methodology but the practice as a way of being, transmitted not through teaching but through the specific quality of attention that passes between people who are paying attention to the same things at the same time. The book is in four parts.