Time is an illusion
Almost three years ago I had a conversation with a neighbor who lived in the township I grew up in. We were talking about all things political, social and business.
In our discussion we were making plans about the future and how we perceived it would look like, but little did we know that some of the things we were speaking about really didn't matter and what mattered was the present moments we had in that hour conversation.
What was real was the present not our past in Jhb or the future in the Eastern Cape but that moment.
A few weeks ago he transitioned from life to life and none of the things we spoke about have manifested. His passing has reminded me of how we see life and how fragile it can be and how important it is to live in presence because the future we are breaking our bodies for, working ourselves to the bone is the greatest illusion.
I hope and pray that we will learn to be intentional with our lives and to always be grateful for the next day because it is a gift.
I am Precious the Healer πͺ·πͺ·πͺ·
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