Wisdom fruit

Rainy morning. Still very humid.
Rain finally began to fall upon the disaster area. Their heart is wet, so is mine.
100 days have passed since the nightmarish tragedy. How fast our memory fades? Not sure if it should fade or should not, to begin with. Sure there are memories we should not forget. There are memories we try to forget but we cannot. There are memories we try to remember but we cannot...
The past is past. Future is just imaginary. Only we can live in the present. But our tragedy is we never live in the present. Our present is almost nothing, sandwiched between the two thick slices of bread, past and future. It is wore off, crushed between future worries and past regret.
The present itself is timeless. It dies in the moment and is reborn in the moment. It does not flow in the current of time. It always stays here and... so, immutable, invincible. If only we knew that. Adam. You ate the apple. It's still in my throat.