I am sitting at Plaza de Armas in the city of Queretaro in Mexico. I have three weeks left here. It's not very long. I find m mind wandering into the realm of reminiscence and I am yet to leave. So sad. It reminds me of the movie Donnie Darko and the scene where his future is stretched out in front of him. The meaning is different but I feel as if perhaps its a similar concept. As if I am already living in the future. As if my mind, my soul perhaps, is ahead of me. It has already taken flight and is simply waiting for me at my next destination. Though it not long I need to learn to live in the moments. There is no advantage from striving always forward like this. What of the now. This is a stunning place this little plaza...but my thoughts are all in the past or present perfect. Everything has already finished. The fountain in front of me is already a memory, slowly fading...
How does one return to the present?
