As long as life continues, suffering is a part of the journey.

Death is inevitable.

Some have forgotten this and go about their daily routine, unaware of this phenomenon. Each moment passes by, unnoticed, wasted, forgotten, unlived.

What does it mean when it comes to living the moment? Fully taking in the environment, feeling every experience with full attention, and not thinking of being anywhere else. Living meditation is a discipline in itself.

Until “time” “stops”, “catches on”, regrets set in. Was there ever any time?