Much of what I have written in these blog posts serves to be a reminder for me. I need to remind myself how blessed I am for the food on the table, the clean air I inhale, and the clean water I drink. I need to remind myself of the privilege of having a roof over my head, a pillow under my head, and a blanket to keep me warm on a cold day. I have to be grateful for yet to be given another day to take a walk, take a bath, watch TV, sit quietly and contemplate, and make small chat with the neighbors. Then there are the days my grandchildren are brought over by their parents or my wife and I visit them. Soaking in the warmth and laughter of these children is equivalent to being in heaven. Being still wanted by others is a bonus thrown in.
Having time to hear the distant rumble of thunder reminds us of the gift of hearing, and seeing the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening is a sight that reminds us of the gift of sight. Taking in the wonderful aroma that lingers in our hands even after we have offered the rose that we just picked from our garden to our favourite deity is simply uplifting. Feeling the morning, afternoon, and evening breeze caress our skin as it brushes by is truly living in the present. The smile on others' faces who walk by brings on an instantaneous connection to another, resulting in joy.
At 67, what else does a man want? I see only the bliss and beauty of Lord Krishna in all. After questioning the fairness and if God is indeed compassionate, loving, and kind, and understanding and accepting it all as God's Lila or play, and surrendering to his will, when we begin to see all things in God, is having reached the final destination.