It is not so unusual to wonder what happens when we die. I am finding it more interesting and intriguing to discover what happens when I live. What will this day bring? How will this next moment unfold?
I know that I routinely plan and I normally sketch out how my day will go, and I find that the moments still arrive with their own surprises. I might sit on the side of my bed in the morning and think through the day, check my calendar for events I have scheduled, think what I will eat later on. I still run into unplanned moments and I uncover them in surprising ways if I approach them with patience.
It is so much more satisfying when I accept whatever presents, whatever unfolds than to feel disrupted and have to surrender unmet plans.
I prefer not to rush into the day filled with expectations and great plans. As much as I take enjoyment out of accomplishing what I intended to do, I also take delight in those many surprising turn of events that have little to do with what I previously had in mind.
Even showing up late for a scheduled zoom call, one that I scheduled but thought was a half hour later, can be a moment of unplanned excitement and merriment. Things not going as I planned take me down paths I might never have experienced and I enjoy the surprise totally unprepared.
I think I can wait to find out what happens when I die. In the meantime, I want to savor the excitement of what it means to be alive and constantly be surprised by moments unplanned and unforeseen. It requires patience for me to become fully alive.