Every so often, I survey my tools, my art supplies, and the things I’ve created — and I remind myself: one day, all of this will pass away.

Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps many decades from now.

But to be sure, one day.

It’s not a happy thought and I don’t dwell on it, but neither do I deny it. Instead, I allow it to prompt the simple question: What now?

It is our persistent consideration. We have no right to tomorrow. We cannot hold a reservation. Our future opportunities are not guaranteed.

We have today. Our present creativity. The spark of now.

It’s not to save. It’s not to shelve. It won’t keep.

The moment is now … and we live it not through rumination and worry, but through action. With full hearts, clear intention, and generous action.