There are no geniuses, only moments of genius.
There are no fools, only moments of foolishness.
There are no happy campers – only moments of happiness.
There are no villains, only moments of villainy.
There are no saviours, only moments of salvation.
There are no masters, only moments of mastery.
There are no narcissists, only moments of narcissism.
There are no liars, only moments of deception.
There are no misfits, only moments of alienation.
There are no gurus or prophets, only moments of wisdom.
There are no nutjobs or lunatics, only moments of lunacy.
There are no leaders, only moments of leadership.
There are no hypocrites, only moments of hypocrisy.
There are no cowards, only moments of cowardice.
There are no heroes, only moments of heroism.
There are no mothers, only motherly moments.
There are no brothers, only brotherly moments.
There are no friends, only moments of friendship.
There are no lovers, only moments of love.
What we call “my life” is a series of moments, stacked on top of one another.
And with each unfolding moment, we have a choice.
We can choose to occupy the cramped, claustrophobic space called “me” – I am a man, I am British, I am a writer, I am shy…
Or we can choose not to be a prisoner of abstraction, allowing ourselves instead the space to dance with each moment – to expand into presence, paying attention to who we’re being versus who we want to be, or need to be.
The word “moment” has roots in the Latin momentum, meaning “movement, alteration, change”.
Moments are not static, and neither are we.
We are dynamic – a dynamic, evolving cluster of potentials.
There are only moments.
Breathe life into them.