Only This Moment

A man once spent his life chasing answers.
Every night he looked up at the stars and asked,
“What came first?
What was before all of this?”

One day, an old mystic laughed and said,
“You’re holding a cup of tea,
and yet you thirst for the ocean.”

The man frowned.
“What do you mean?”

The mystic pointed to the steam rising from the cup.
“Do you see that? It’s leaving already.
If you keep asking where the water came from,
you’ll never taste the tea.”

The man stared at the cup in his hands.
Warm. Fragile.
The tea shimmering like liquid gold.
He lifted it to his lips and drank slowly.

And for the first time,
he understood—
The mystery was never in the beginning.
It was here,
In this breath,
This sip,
This fleeting kiss of existence.

So he stopped asking what came before.
And started living
in the only moment he ever had.
Now.