I'll have a side of philosophy with that calc homework, please

It's strange...
Now. It's something we can never capture. It is a gift only realized by some of the people, some of the time, and I have to wonder if even that many. Sometimes, it seems more difficult to enjoy the now if we spend too much of it trying to realize it, trying to soak it all in and live as if we were alive. And yet, sometimes it makes things all the more beautiful to realize--to take stock of things and look at the big picture for a second. Or revel in the little details, if only for a moment.

It is given to us every second of every day, and yet it constantly eludes us: now. We can capture the past (to some extent), in memories, photographs, recordings and the like. We can also capture something of the future, with technology and expectations.

Yet, in working to capture the past and the present, we miss the the thing that can never be captured. No, now cannot be recorded in some way, to have and to hold, but rather, it must simply be experienced. The only way to ever truly accept your gift of now is to live it, and occasionally stop for a moment and revel in what it feels like to be present.

Does this momentary nature make living more, or less, beautiful...?

I think it might make it a little scarier, a little more mysterious. Yet if there is a purpose to life's being this way, then I think it would be to make life better. You can't have worries if you live for the moment, and it's almost as if we're meant to enjoy.

Who knows? He who seals the answers in the breeze, and tucks them behind the clouds.