Nothing can happen before its time. Only when it is ready, can a fruit be enjoyed. And if it is picked too late, it’s spoiled. One is the future, the second the past. In the present, in stillness, we experience ripeness. There is a time for all things: a time to let ripen, a time to harvest, and a time to leave it for birds and reseeding. We’re taught to believe time is linear, and I’ve described it as expanding, but perhaps the cyclical, natural world of birth, growth, and decay is an even more apt understanding of time. Time is life. When we pick the fruit of experience at just the right time, peace and pleasure fill us. Let’s try to be more synchronized with the rhythm of our lives, to wake up to moments of readiness, to really taste the sweetness.
