The present without bombardments of interruptions

It can be difficult to recognize when the time has come to simply tune out all thoughts and expectations of what might happen tomorrow, what we will do in a week, where we will stand in a month. The present moment being bombarded by feelings and conjectures regarding the worries we feel stifled by, the boredom we wish to terminate, the questions we ponder, the arrangement and scheduling of hours and days to come. 

Tenfolds of impression being injected into our mind, like having four songs playing at the same time, hearing three people talking to us at the same time trying to get their point across, being tasked to solve ten conondrums simultaneously. 

There are those days, moments, weeks, when we simply must let go of the need to think ahead, plan ahead and live in the comforting assurance of another day. Sometimes it is okay to let go, not permanently, but temporarily of the hustle we at times feel confined by and inclined to be submerged in. When always in the whirlpool of planning the next step, swiftly hoping to seize the next sensations that might enhance our system, thinking there is something better and more fulfilling activity to be involved in. The current moment always in a fierce battle with other possibilities, competing for your time and attention. 

The current person you spend time with in an invisible competition to others you think would elevate your senses higher. The current book or article you are reading in cast aside to chase the next one that seems more alluring. The current place you find yourself, something not entirely right about it, the restaurant next door must have the remedies to your flustered impression. 

Embroiled in a constant search to supposedly surpass what the immediate now has to offer.
When most moments is seen as a commodity, most people seen as expendable, when the only way to make smeone realize the worth of loyalty and steadfastness is a mafia bootcamp, and the only way to realize the gift of focus and contentment is a buddhist teacher in the outskirts of a hidden village in Nepal.
When engulfed in constantly darting from one thought to the next, one pice of longing to next,
We miss out on what can be described as true immersion. Being fully and totally engrossed in the stream of experience we take part of. When only gently tipping our toes into the steaming waters of a hot spring, instead of submerging and surrendering our bodies to the soothing waters, we become unable to touch the core of many things.
When there is constantly an intrusive element in your inner space, demanding to be the center of attention for a short span of time, desperately clamoring for your attention only to be replaced immediately by another. It is time to prioritize what you allow entrance into the temple, and how many visitors you have a day. When there are a constant stream of visitors, new faces, new pieces of information rolling on a conveyor belt in a hurried pace, we may lose the ability to retain any cohesive impressions. Forget the ability to enjoy, to simply see recognize quality without being interrupted by the need for quantity. Believing that the imaginary promised land of contentment and joy is to be found on another island, and upon arrival, the whispers of empty gratification carrying you elsewhere.
It is not very noble to demand and expect most things to be in accordance with the subjective ideals of paramount excellence. To have unruly high standards of what is a valuable proponent in life and in others, to never finding anyone or anything to be perfectly fine as it is, seeing little value in the different aspects of everything surrounding us. Thwarting the natural succession of events to occur with constant intervals of replacements and rapid change to satisify the magnanimous thirst for instant gratification in whatever new shape possible. We are all allowed to how our own prefferments and react differently and love and find interesting that which is subjective, but when almost nothing is considered subjectivey good enough and in need of constant replacement, its not a good sign. It is surely a good quality to thrive under chaos, think of exciting plans and goals for the future, but when feeling unable to be in the present because of constant interceptions, just calm down quite frankly.