Amazingly, these two contrasting perspectives find perfect agreement when you’re able to rally some three dozen bike-riding brethren (and one two-wheeling sistren) to pedal around town on a lovely early spring afternoon visiting places that no longer are while simultaneously tapping into a feeling of love and connection that seems to have always existed even before we were here and will still carry on well after we’re gone.
The longer you stay on the planet, the shorter it feels like you’ve been. What first happened some twenty years ago occurs all over once more. Yesterday’s tomorrow; today still remains; right here is right there, and time disappears.
The dash between birth and death on our tombstone that represents one’s life has a beginning and an end, but if you can keep staring straight on you’ll see it extending forever and what this makes possible is an endless succession of the present moment, and even though you won’t be around to experience it by the time youngsters are as old as you are currently, they’ll pass the very same instant into that endless now which is all there ever was and shall be, as well.
When you have a chance to live your life with the feeling “I could die happy a happy person right now,” you should take it, and when you do you must never forget to remember how incredibly lucky you are to have the chance to do so, especially on two wheels.
A good way to prepare for non-existence is to notice that it’s all too good to be true. No one can possibly be this blessed, so it can’t possibly be real.
It never was, and so always will be.