On a few rare occasions, I have managed that zen place of being in the moment. The times that this has happened I have been going fast. Perhaps too fast. Driving a race car, stamping on the pedals of my bike, expending the last bit of energy running down a trail. Every time this has happened I have been able to significantly improve on my abilities.
The funny thing that happens, happens right after. I start to think about head injuries. See the activities that I am engaging in when this happens tend to be at risk for head injures. And the head injured tend not to have any memories of the event or actions leading up to it. This then gets me thinking about The moment (that is obviously long past) will be lost, and so will the current one.
The whole thing gives me a very non-linear time feeling.
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1 comment:
It's very interesting, because I've been consciously working on living in the moment for almost two years as part of some therapy I'm doing, and I've also been victim of a head injury.
One thing I noticed about having a head injury is that I went through a point of healing where I was free of worry and care, pretty finely focused, and in a very good mood, moment after moment. As the healing continued, the anxiety came back.
I kinda want to hit my head again, and figure out how to keep it in a certain arrested development.
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