Truth is Deception
Life lived in the past or future is life lost yet again
Truth is deception
Truth is
Our hearts lie elsewhere
And yet we live and eat and breathe
As if we are here
In the moment
Where we are at
Either we are watching something
Or reading
Or thinking about our pasts
Or worrying about our futures
And while we are always existing elsewhere
The present gets stolen from us
And lost
Gone
Dead
And then we cry
We feel abandoned
We feel lost again
And the cycle repeats itself
Until we wake up
And find out
Half our life is gone
Taken
Deceived
Because we remained in the past
We lingered in the memories
We estranged our present
As if we were married to our past alone
Or future
Or the movie we were watching
Or watched
Or any of those things
Which made us lose the present moment
The beauty of it
When was the last time you lingered in the present moment ?
Enjoying every moment of it
When was the last time you enjoyed every bite, every morsel of food that went in?
Every sip of the drink you love
Every sight that moved before you as your drove
Every word that came out of your child’s mouth
When was the past time you completely engaged and got lost in the present moment
When you paid complete attention to what was happening around you
And within?
When anger or sadness moved you
Did you notice where it hurt you physically?
Which part of the body felt tight
Felt crushed
Felt pricked
When pleasure was experienced
Was your mind completely aligned in the moment?
What about when truth came flashing across the scene
Did you notice where guilt came with it?
And how it moved you within yourself
And took away the moment
Seized it from you?
How can we live in the moment
In the present
Enjoy the life we hold in our hands
Without letting the past
Or the future
To steal it away from us again?
Think about this
Peace ✌🏽
oh~ this made me catch myself mid-scroll...
the food part, the driving part, the tiny body feelings… i felt seen and lightly scolded in the nicest way
now i’m trying to sit here properly and not run off into yesterday or tomorrow...
The poem feels like someone quietly admitting how often we drift away from our own lives without meaning to. It captures the ache of realizing that while our bodies stay here, our minds wander through memories, worries, and imagined futures. There is a deep sadness in noticing how many moments we never truly lived because we weren’t present for them. The questions about tasting food, hearing a child’s voice, or feeling emotions in the body feel like gentle reminders of what we keep missing. The poem understands how guilt, fear, and longing can steal the moment before we even notice it slipping away. It speaks to the loneliness of waking up and finding that half a life has passed in places we no longer inhabit. Yet there is tenderness in the way it invites us back, as if the present were still willing to open its hands to us. The text asks us to return to our senses, to feel the world with our whole body, not just our thoughts. It reminds us that presence is a kind of love a way of honouring the life we’re actually living. In the end, the poem becomes a soft plea to stop abandoning ourselves and to come home to the moment that is still here.