I was savoring a bowl of rice flakes with dried berries softened in curd when a loose chain of thoughts began to unfurl. It started with the notion that everything must end someday—so what am I doing with the time I have? I’ve always rushed through life; maybe it’s time to slow down. It really is nice to enjoy every spoonful without thinking about the laundry waiting to be washed or the dishes piling up.
And then I wondered: am I staying connected enough to the people I care about, even though being a recluse makes me strangely happy? Today feels like one of those days when solitude is my preferred company. But does all this thinking help at all? I never imagined my life would take the turns it has, so I’ve stopped trying to predict where it’s going. I focus on small actions in the present and try not to think too far ahead. Tomorrow isn’t promised, after all.
When the final curtain falls, it’ll be something I could never have planned or anticipated. Life would have run a course that was beyond the mind's control. Life would have run a course according to the surrender of the mind.
Anyway, back to my bowl of rice flakes and berries soaked in curd. It’s delicious.
