Present is an experience,
that never happened,
and will never happen,
for a moment ago,
and a moment later,
it is no more a present.
And we live in nowhere,
but in the present,
that opens,
and keeps opening itself,
a gift of infinity to us.
I must confess, present is a wonderful "present". A "present", the true colors of which we fail, as well failed to see. The true love and care of which is never understood, acknowledged. The uniqueness of which goes unappreciated, as everyone of us is busy to see, to catch a glimpse of the "present" of others, than one in hand. And what we miss is wonderful details, a beauty not there in any other "present". Down what moments of present make, we find the very, and every color of other, but in a different order, concentrations, depth forming a chronology, same as none. Sometimes someone else, may have color that appeals us, that soothes our senses from the pain of purposelessness, before us. Doesn't mean it isn't for you, but means, we haven't yet acquired the state to enjoy it, to it's completeness. But, hold your heart and patience, you too will find that color, at time, not when you are ready, but when we are ripe, not by numbers, but by thought. After all it's our present (" "), why kill it with someone else'. Said Oscar Wilde rightly about being cynic by comparing our present, i.e pricing it :-
"A cynic is man who knows price of everything but value of nothing"
