I catch myself doing it all the time — looking back at old photos, reminiscing about earlier times, wishing I could return to those periods.
But upon deeper reflection, I realize something critical: even while physically present in those cherished moments, my mind was often elsewhere. I was anticipating the future, worrying about trivial concerns, or mentally planning what came next — rather than fully inhabiting the actual experience unfolding before me.
We romanticize the past because we strip it of the anxiety we felt at the time. We remember the sunset but forget the argument that happened an hour before. We remember the adventure but forget the homesickness.
This suggests a broader truth about the human condition: we frequently miss the value of our current circumstances by constantly projecting our consciousness into imagined futures or idealized pasts.
What if the moment you're living right now is one you'll look back on with longing in five years? What if THIS is the good old days?
Finding love in the 'being' means arriving fully in your own life. Not the version you're planning or the version you remember — but the one that's happening right now, in this breath, in this body.
That's where the love is. It's always been here.