“But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the fire-light gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.
She thought to herself, ‘This is now.’
She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.” —Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder
But alas, Laura, it is a long time ago. And now is now. And now is hurried and fast and frenetic and stressed and stretched to the max. The lesson in this little section of text from long, long ago? Now is only now for right now. Now is fleeting. Now slips by before we know it. Now cannot be clung to. It must be cherished… for soon it ceases to be… except in memory. And if not cherished, it ceases to be altogether.
So thank you, Laura, for the reminder.