Presence as existence. As one is a being, existing. I am here, I am being. The current form of which as human. The formation of matter and will to be present. Having breath, having life, having a mind and intelligence. There is a space I take up within this current time space universe, and I require it.
Not present as the lack of existence. Ceasing to remain, being a void, and not having a will anymore. There is nothing, and there will be nothing, because of the lack of presence. Like the air in a vacuum, the emptiness filling, the gaseous matter sucked out. There is nothing and there can be nothing.
I am present today, and I choose to be. But is it really my choice to exist? What is the existence that we think we deserve?
I am present today, because God has chosen. Or the form of God that I attribute the ultimate creative power to, forming out of nothing.
I am present, as God’s presence exists. It is presence that I am filled by, through breath, through my emotions, through my existence itself.
Why do people live as if there is no presence in their lives? They live as if they are a void, sucking the air out. They are a vacuuming, taking in and never giving out. They stand in the way, blocking literally the flow of traffic. They ask questions that suck away the space, and make you question your own existence. They are without will, they are without direction and form. They are not present
Do I live in the present, the here and now? Or am I without presence?
I will always choose to be present, no matter the circumstance. I am grateful for my existence and I will claim my moment of existence gratefully. Appreciating it by living it out as largely as I can.
Maybe one day even to the Moon.
Watching Ad Astra right now, or at least some quarter way through it. Brad Pitt can really play such a good range of roles. I really like his acting.