Cast out the shoulds that line the path of your life,
Enough of the striving, the pleasing, the causing of strife.
Ease into the flow of the just enough creek,
It will gently surrender the relief that you seek.
For life isn’t a contest, or a battle to be won,
It’s a series of moments in times of clouds and the sun.
Pay attention and notice as they accumulate,
For they shape your destiny and determine your fate.
It really is true. Life is nothing but a string of moments strung together to create your life. If you’re not noticing the moments, your life is passing you by. Practice noticing the moments – write about them, take real or mental pictures, or just pause in the busyness of life to really inhabit the moment.