If the Sky, We Look Upon, Should tumble and Fall

Mindfulness, Living in the moment.

If you live, mindfully, you will worry not a jot.

What happened has gone, and matters no more.

What will happen, may not, and therefore should not occupy your thoughts.

What is happening, is all that matters.

What is happening right now, is not what is happening when you get home from work, or what is happening, once you've washed the dishes, or once you get your arse up stairs to bed.

What's happening right now, is your eyes, skirting over the screen, reading and looking at pictures. What's happening to me, is my fingers bashing on the keyboard.

In order to be fully mindful, I have to enjoy the experience. I have to fully indulge myself in the experience. The bashing of the keys for no other reason than the bashing of the keys. The creation of the word, for no other reason than emptying my mind.

I've tried to analyse this a lot, and came to a couple of conclusions.

1. When I am mindful, the job gets done. Even when that job is weeding the drive.

2. It makes me happy to have been mindful, because I finish a job I hate, lost so in the "doing of the thing", that i've not noticed actually doing it.

3. I then spend ten minutes, just being happy, because I am.

However, I am also stuck with a problem.

What happens, if a robber breaks into my house in the middle of the night. Am I still mindful?

Should I remain, living in the moment, enjoying my bed, simply because I am there?

Or should I actually stop being mindful, and become fully panicked?

Does that render mindfulness pointless? Waaaaa

Oh god.

I've thought too much.

I have to go and lay down now.