So maybe you will never master the guitar. Maybe you’ll never get to see Reykjavik or Sweden. Maybe all those items on your bucket list will get discarded along with the bucket.
Maybe you will see through the illusion of a “future,” and the relentless facade of “death.” Maybe you will see glimpse the undying Oneness of your being, and the immortal formlessness of your conscious dimension. Maybe you drop out of the delusion of “time,” and fall into the miracle of Presence.
Maybe you will awaken to your Awakeness, and your dreams will extend no further than loving the moment you are in.