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.
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