REST DAY

Im going to take the next 2 days off to fully recover and Im starting a new program on monday which I will detail tomorrow.

This a paragraph taken out of one of my favorite books and I thought it could be a little food for thought for who ever stumbles across it.

The Paradox of Time

On the surface, the present moment is "what happens." Since what happens changes continuously, it seems that everyday of your life consists of thousands of moments which different things happen. Time is seen as the endless succession of moments, some "good," and some "bad." Yet, if you look more closely, that is to say, through your own immediate experience, you find that there is only ever this moment. Life is always now. Your entire life unfolds in this constant now. Even past or future moments only exist when you remember or anticipate them, and you do so by thinking about them in the only moment there is: this one. Why does it appear then as if there are many moments ? Because the present moment is confused with what happens in that space. The confusion of the present moment with content gives rise not only to the illusion of time, but also to the illusion of ego.
There is a paradox here. On the one hand, how can we deny the reality of time? You need it to go from here to there, to prepare a meal, build a house, read this book. you need time to grow up, to learn new things. Whatever you do seems to take time. Everything is subject to it and eventually "this bloody tyrant time," as Shakespeare calls it, is going to kill you. You could compare it to a raging river that drags you along with it, or a fire in which everything is consumed.
I recently met some old friends, a family I had not seen in a long time, and I was shocked when I saw them. I almost asked, "Are you ill? What happened? Who did this to you?" The mother, who walked with a cane, seemed to have shrunk in size, her face shriveled like an old apple. The daughter, who had been full of energy, enthusiasm, and the exceptions of youth when I last saw her, seemed worn out, tired after bringing up three children. Then I remembered: Almost thirty years had passed since we last met. Time had done this to them. And I'm sure they were just as shocked when they saw me.
Everything seems to be subject to time, yet it all happens in the Now. That is the paradox. Wherever you look, there is plenty of circumstantial evidence for the reality of time - a rotting apple, your face in the bathroom mirror compared to your face in a photo taken thirty years ago - yet you never find any direct evidence, you never experience time itself. You only ever experience the present moment, or rather what happens in it. If you go by direct evidence only, then there is no time, and the Now is all there ever is.
                                                                                                            
         

                                                                                                                        
If you have not heard of this book I suggest you read it, its called "A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle"

It really is an awesome book.