We only exist, by the moment we live when we are conscientious of it, in the now. Cogito ergo sum. We think, therefore we exist. At anytime of our existence, there is a turning point, a hinged door that opens, and swings between the tow instances, the very last pasting moment, and the next immediate future one; we sit in between, as we breath, we first exhale, than inhale. In Zen Buddhism meditation they call it zazen. That is, an unconscious movement, that performs behind the scenes, while we’re occupied doing things, in our hand, walking, eating, or whatever else. And here resides the secret of what the golden years that had left in our memory are made of for remembrance; the satisfactory of their accomplishments, and the pleasure we have in indulging that moment.
Biss’mil’Allhi; It had been a long road since then, we strive along the path to get in there we are now; the road not taken, the falls and up-and-downs, then getting back on track._ Alhamdoulallahi