Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee, Made For Now

At some point things become clearer, and clearer can easily become, the new better. Which begs for a question: In order to make things better, what if every day you could start your routine NOT from what you know of yourself, or your acquaintances and the situations you exert almost mechanically but AS IF these were the first and last time you would have the opportunity to interact, share with or cross through that particular space.

Not to get too esoteric, but according to the idea of being present, people we know (or used to know since the last time we saw them which might mean years, days or hours) share voluntarily some kind of convergence in the present tense with us (a transient being in flux as well) in a context that can change dramatically through violent environments, seismic waves, floods, or even great fires.

Everything can change from that point, until we see them again, we might fall in love with someone, they can fall into a sports frenzy or move to another country (or even pass away). Why is the evanescence of things, living entities and places not part of our conscience? Should we set our alarms to create those instead of TV shows, or for both? Ding ding: Jimmy Fallon is ON! Ding Ding: Appreciate this fleeting moment/person right now.

I certainly believe we are still in command of our actions even though we sometimes lack the pristine consciousness of being in the now. But I also think, you need empathy to improve the quality of your relationships and that requires to be open then and there.

However, people may expect the same version of you every time they interact with you. Change some little things, and estrangement is bound to set in. It doesn't matter if they are changing too, but the false perception is every person might come to believe the other is some kind of volatile, unpredictable planet when they are completely oblivious to the fact they also are, another exploding and morphing entity in the same magnitude and shifting orbit.

All the above facts might just clarify the idea that any relationship, as we age, is a complete and utter fleeting miracle (made for now).

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