Irrepressible or shallow?

Life is full, and I have to remind myself of the moment, of the sensations of the moment. That is real, what I feel--my heart beating, the sun warming my skin, the sound of bird calls, the scent of decaying leaves on the wind.

I could recite a tiresome litany of all that is unpleasant in my life right now, but it will pass. One of the pitfalls of trying to live in and experience the moment is that each moment is itself a piece of eternity, and it can become all too easy to fall into the trap of believing that the moment is all that exists. Like teenagers who become depressed because they live so in the moment, and when the moment-to-moment existance weighs on them, they cannot see past it--they can see no light at the end of the tunnel, because the tunnel is all there is.

Fortunately, I'm irrepressible. (Or maybe just shallow?) I can't stay down for long. I think I was depressed once for 48 hours and it was terrifying. I don't know how people live that way. No, I meditate, or think of those I love and smile, and the world is righted, at least for the moment. And the moment is what I have.