#presence

We scroll past countless faces each day—profile pictures, stories, posts. But how often do we pause to wonder:

What would it mean to truly see another person?

To see someone isn't simply to register their appearance. A camera does that. To see is to recognize something beyond the surface—the weight they carry in the slope of their shoulders, the questions hidden behind their eyes, the histories that shaped the way they hold themselves in the world. But our attention has become a scarce resource, rationed in seconds, distributed across hundreds of partial presences.

We measure our lives in milestones—birthdays, anniversaries, first days and last days. But what about the moments that slip through unnoticed, the Tuesdays that dissolve into Wednesdays, the conversations we'll never remember having? If a life is the sum of its moments, why do we value only the exceptional ones?

Consider the coffee you barely tasted this morning. The walk from your car to the building. The stranger whose face you passed without registering. These moments outnumber the memorable ones by orders of magnitude, yet we treat them as mere scaffolding for the real events of our lives. We're waiting for life to happen while it's already happening, constantly, in the unremarkable present.

Perhaps this is where philosophy meets practice most urgently.

Have you ever noticed how we treat time like a possession, yet cannot hold it? We "spend" time, "save" time, and feel cheated when it's "wasted." But what if time isn't a commodity at all—what if it's the very canvas on which we paint existence?

This morning, I watched my coffee grow cold while scrolling through endless notifications. Each ping promised something urgent, something that demanded my immediate attention. Yet none of it mattered more than that simple moment of warmth between my hands, the steam rising in delicate spirals, the quiet before the day's chaos began.

We've created a world obsessed with efficiency, where every second must be optimized, every moment productive. But efficiency toward what end? If we're so busy managing time that we forget to live within it, what have we actually saved?