For me, it is a constant challenge to stay in the moment. It is hard to maintain the habit of living in the “what is” without yielding to the urge to live in the future of “what might be.”
The future imagined is even more of an illusion than the experience in which I live moment to moment. It is the fabrication of an active heart and mind. It delights me with thoughts of wondrous things that might happen and frightens me with specters of scary future events. It stirs up the desire of how I want things to be.
How much better for me to stay with the “now” and savor its sweetness. How much better not to attempt to eat next years apples.