Living In The Present Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.’

In life, there is only the present moment, the now. You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between two points. 'Time' doesn't pass. We have enormous difficulty in focusing on the present; we're always thinking about what we did, about how we could have done it better, about the consequences of our actions, and about why we didn't act as we should have. Or else we think about the future, about what we're going to do tomorrow, what precautions we should take, what dangers await us around the next corner, how to avoid what we don't want and how to get what we have always dreamed of.

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.

I wasn’t living to take them. And at this point, it didn’t change much. Taking it or not. “Plus that’s just all the what ifs. What if this, what if that” Dele continued. “You’re focused more on the what ifs that you’re missing what is. The present. Living in the present. And the present says we have an appointment with the adoption agency and that is a step forward if that is what you want”

He looked back at Ernest. He said: "We are the fifth book." Ernest looked at him. He received this. He received the weight of it. The four books were the written argument. The four books were the description. The four books were the means of seeing. But the thing itself—the convergence, the accumulation, the being-inside, the ordinary day at thirty-three years deep—that thing could not be written. That thing could only be lived. And they were living it. They had been living it for thirty-three years. The living was the fifth book.

She was quiet for a moment. "I did not think I would have this," she said. Not sadly. Simply. The way she said factual things that had a large feeling inside them. "Have what specifically?" I said. "The conversation about eventually," she said. "The kind of conversation that assumes a future and populates it with things." She paused. "I have spent a long time living inside whatever was immediately in front of me because the further ahead I looked the worse it was. The future was always just more of the immediate present." She looked at the fire. "It is very new, populating the future with things."

and into the hearts of every person on Earth. ​The "Third Edition" was no longer a book. It was a Living Presence.

“Sweet, you have all the time to know me. What matters is knowing my present and not my past.” “A lot of things I did in the past, I no longer do now. Some things I liked in the past, I don’t love now.” “My favorite food then, isn’t my favorite food now. What calms me when I’m angry then, isn’t what calms me now.” “So you see, we need to learn about the present, not the past. Me and you, I am learning my present too.” There was something about the calmness that penetrated through Alex’s soul. Clara was right. It was the present not the past.

"Please do not sneak up on me. I feel like I still hear voices.” Rhys smiled and brushed his finger along the tip of my nose. "You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't even notice when I walked in, so it’s not my fault. Think less and stay in the present moment; that is how you truly live and progress. Can you do that for me?" The smile on his face didn't leave and I felt like crying. I did not deserve this man after everything I had done, but when he looked at me like that, I could not help but feel greedy.

Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves. "Are you going to keep looking around my room like a fugitive or some spy or are you actually going to speak like a normal person? I mean even if you have nothing to say, you could just simply leave instead of assuming the position of the elephant in the room." She finally spoke up, causing me to adjust uncomfortably.