In the fullness of time, the present moment must make way for the next present moment. The present must yield to the future. This ceaseless play of moments emerging and passing is what gives beauty to the unpredictability of our lives. It’s beyond comprehension or control. At best, you can live it, love it and rejoice in it. With gratitude. This is the path of peace. And peace, I may add, is the only real treasure. The rest are temporary acquisitions.
