If one more person tells me to “live in the present because it’s a gift and that’s why they call it the ‘present’”- i’m pretty sure i’m gonna have to give them a face punch. we can make up after that and have a picnic or whatever, but i think i probably would have to get the facepunch out of the way first.
“If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.”—
JOHN DONNE, A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
(fave poem…about connectedness across distance. dig.)