One month ago I was with my sister in Vancouver, Canada. One week ago I was under the stars on a secluded beach in Port Stephens, north of Sydney. One year ago I was in Boston, unable to imagine any of these places. I have no way of knowing where I will be one year from now, but for now I am here.
Life is made up of a series of moments. Each one can bleed into the next, yet each one is unique. Each moment we live we make a choice to embrace that moment for what it is: a single point in time. Unaffected by our past and each instant leading up to it; shaped by them, but not determined by them. Untainted by the moments yet to come and the uncertainty they hold.
What I have done, who I have been up until this point in time is significant. It is my life, thus far. But that does not mean it is who I am or who I need to be. The wonderful thing about moments is that they happen one at a time, and you can choose to embrace them as they come or wallow in the ones already past.
I have been sad, but that does not mean that I should feel sad now. I have been happy, but that does not mean I am happy now. At this point in time I am content, and that is all I need.
What I will do, who I will be is as of yet undecided. I have not decided because I do not need to decide that now. Even if I did, there is nothing to say that my decision will come to fruition. Plans are blueprints, but they are not a map. I have planned what I want to do and who I want to be, but I know life will happen whether I plan it or not.
At this point in time that is okay. I choose to embrace this entirely unique moment.
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