Our dreams won't come true

realities are actually better

We push on and on day and night - for what? Every day, there's too much work not finished. All night, we dread the failures previously accumulated, stacked into the pressed rock of oblivion.

Realistically, we have not gotten there for years! In the several decades that have come and the few still left to go, our bucket of lists will remain perpetually unfulfilled. Yet there has been so much contentment and satisfaction, as a child, adolescent, grown up, now ageing. How is that even possible?

Because actualisation is quality, amidst all those quantities. We had to accept the constraints of what was and is, yet paradoxically by doing so, we made infinite what will be. The moment now, fully lived, in delicious agony and vivid presence, existing past that to awareness and experience anew - it has all been worth it.

We freed from contrivance, moved past the rules; let in the possibilities, strode out to do and to improve. This is the happiness, and it continues, so perfectly not, not forever and yet.