The present moment just won’t stop being here. And it won’t stop passing away either. We can’t pin it down. We can’t hold on to it. We’re often leaning forward, looking for something better because the nature of the human organism is to pursue pleasure and to evade pain. We often assume the quintessential meditative moment is calm, serene and blissful. But meditation is training in being here. . . allowing what is, even when that is frustrating, depressing, aggravating and disappointing. The most profound repetition of our lives is the relentless recurrence of the present moment.