The present moment is incredibly short. To some people, it feels like it doesn't exist at all. It's always moving and rushing past us. It disappears before it even arrives, just like the universe and the stars that never stop moving through space. Busy people only have this present moment to work with. But it's so brief they can't even grab hold of it. And when they're juggling many things at once, they lose even this tiny slice of time.
Present time is very short, so much so that to some it seems to be no time at all; for it is always in motion, and runs swiftly away: it ceases to exist before it comes, and can no more brook delay than can the universe or the host of heaven, whose unresting movement never lets them pause on their way. Busy men, therefore, possess present time, alone, that being so short that they cannot grasp it, and when they are occupied with many things they lose even this.