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Writer's pictureClint Haugen

The Present

The future exist

As long as

I do

And

I am presently

Made up of

All of the moments

Of the past


I am in the middle of two points


The future

And all the possibilities

While simultaneously

Created by all of the variables of the past

And all of the choices I’ve made

That have led me

Right here


I am alive

In the middle

Of the future

And the past

But it does not feel

Like I am at a point on a line

But rather

A point

In a

Circle


My intuition tells me

That time doesn’t move forward

And the past isn’t behind me

It is all

Within me


It is all within me

And

Without of me


It is

And it isn’t


It’s a loop

But also

Infinity

And

Nothingness


It is a point in the middle of a circle


I’ve been here before

And

I’ll be here again


I jogged a trail today

That I used to jog

10 years ago

And I had a moment

Where I saw my younger self

Jogging on a railing

Next to the trail

Like I used to do

All of those years ago

Balancing

Perfectly

Not a worry about falling off

10 feet below

Just stride after stride

In perfect motion

And he/I was so

Driven

And so

Happy

And so

Motivated


I jogged along him

And he

Along me

My memory . . .


He didn’t feel like me

He felt so

Healthy

And

Energetic

And for a second

I envied him

But I realized

I am him

And he is me

The present me

Is the vision

Of that kid

And

The present me

Is still

That energetic

Past me


I am both

The past vision of myself for the future

And present memory of the past


I am

All of my life

At once


The beginning

And

The future

And all of the potential

It all lives in my spirit

In every moment


I am the present,

The past,

And the future,

All mixed together

In a cocktail

We call

Consciousness.




-C.H.



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