INSTANTS ( II )

Instant is transitory, now is now not. The picture is the perpetuation of a fleeting instant which freezes in an image. We can rescue the record, but it can not be repeated in the same way

Many instnats similars but no one totally equal. Instant is like water in the hands, it can not be retained. The rapidity of links between the previous and later dilutes the actions, keeping few images in the memory of what we are doing.

Instant to instant is built or destroyed, let´s go up or down, we improve or get worse. Instant shows that there is not breakdown, which must be left forward. Past holds the present, it´s about knowing with what purpose we want to continue to support new presents.

The values are relatives, it depends of the measure that puts everyone, and exactly  with the instants, some are recorded and others forget quickly.

Thousands of insignificants instants that only serves as a link, and very few remarkables marking important events for us.

A few words,  gestures, actions for a precise moment, forged in the inner, manifested themselves to be edifying the respective particular lives with the relevant experiences in the timely manner.

Always we are in the present, but the present instants are stored in the past, living between the permanent and the transitory. We face the change for eternal precepts that serves from guide, and knowing that the  now is fading immediately, and  proceed according to the longings of perpetuity.

Immersed in duality searchs the unity, and this unity depends to match duality. The instant is always, but never is equal. Between what goes away and what lasts, the forgot and remembered, we try to endow of content the experiences, and of all this there is a minimum that marks the singularittties between ones and others.

INSTANTS ( I )

Life is an accumulation of instants. Every day we can experience a hundred of small moments, lived mostly in inappreciable form without giving any value, but the entanglement of one with the other is what forge the present existence of everyone.

There are instants like the steam, fade and disappear, there are others like stones, some words, some actions, and what happened in a zig zag, it is recorded for a long time.

The speed of movements it makes us live the moments almost imperceptible. we have not finished yet the executed now, we are already starting new plots.

Of all the carried out during the day what remains in the memory ?  What profit do we extract from the realized ? The processes according to what ii is they can be long or short, but the beginning and the end is only an instant.

The one that goes between the beginning and the conclusion must have a goal, achieve some purpose, and from instant to instant is where we forged all the pretensions. Most of what has been done remain in the forgetfulness, there are only significant fractions according to the assessments and the meaning that it has for us.

Instant is time, and time is measure, limits that frame specific facts, joining constantly from one context to another, where most of times faced in automatic pilot without savoring  each change of decorated, passing over subtle factors  that go unnoticed by the inertia and the focus on the next movement.

We would like to enjoy the moment, but every new now is preparing the after, and with the prevailing superficiality, the goals of low reach an considerable unconsciousness, we are living thousands of instants that remains finally in nothing.

There are situations which are modified with relative speed, others seem unremovable, and is instant to instant where all changes happen. Everything counts, every step, every gesture, every element that intervene is conforming a network which modifies the precedent.

It depends on us to provide the instants of value and profit.