Life can be dangerous, full of unexpected happenings, and generally has an abrupt ending. It is frail and fleeting…. and precious. Knowing all of that, one might imagine that we would appreciate the sacredness of every moment of experience.
The opportunity is certainly available… to recognize the precarious beauty of now. This very moment will never come again. Although it may be gruesome or terrifying, ugly or disgusting, it is, nevertheless, our unique experience.
There is a danger in pretending otherwise, in wishing for another now. There is a danger that we may miss our life… while we wait for it to happen.
If we are habitually looking forward (or backward), there is a danger that satisfaction, contentment, and joy might never be experienced.
Mahatma Gandhi said “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever”.
I suggest that the living needs to be full of loving. Loving that we have the gifts we have been given – whatever they may be. And loving that we are able to give those gifts until the moment of death… and perhaps beyond.