Here and now

I have read countless articles and attended lectures about “being happy here and now”. Obviously we know that we only have the present, more precisely the here and now, this right moment to be happy. What has been, is gone, and what will come, to the future it belongs. When I’m going through some trouble, fear or disappointment, I really want to hurry up the movie and skip to the next part. Oh, I wish I had a remote control for real life.
I woke up worried. After all, who doesn’t wake up worried in these hard times? I threatened to feel sorry for myself. Then I remembered the “here and now” articles and lectures. It’s worth trying. I will not go into paranoia. No way.
My husband was doing something fragrant for lunch. I opened a bottle of wine with nothing to celebrate and I opened a smile, at first, a crooked smile, it’s true, I confess. We talked about routine and cavemen. I wondered if the Neanderthal man had realized it was better to hunt in the morning and rest in the afternoon. He would bring the meat, light the fire and everyone would eat around the fire pit.
My husband added that at nightfall, when the moonlight cleared the cave (oh how beautiful!) the primitive man would certaily write about his hunting day on the rough stone walls, just as writers and poets do today in their computers. Not all cavemen were writers, just as not everyone today is. We laugh at that, we got drunk with wine. Anyway, I sent the witch back to the forest.
Tomorrow starts all over again. I know that other witches will come after me. But, it is possible to live a joyful ordinary day and perhaps sometime in the future we will remember the ordinary days and realize that we were happy without winning the lottery, nor winning any contest, even without being the first ballerina at the American Ballet Theater or being a short story writer like Alice Munro.
Happiness, if it exists, is here and now.