‘When I consider how it is that I have spent my time, I find I also served by how I waited’ or some such things were gotten written by Sir John Milton in On His Blindness. We would all die in our own time when what we have come into existence has been completed the way it needs to be but how we live meanwhile determines how we die, who would be with us and why. We could die every moment we are apparently living waiting to die or we could live a little this moment and discover why we have a life to begin with and what it means to be alive and why rather live now that we are alive; maybe another person gets a message from love en route our travel to our workplace, like a postman would deliver your letter too en route many other messages, some of which are his own errands. A coin of a precious Color maybe belongs to that beggar because he did a good deed you know nothing about but the cosmic accountant (Karma) does and that shiny precious colored coin is what he needed to get through you, possibly, as a conduit. A lot gets done if you are willing to do the right thing and can allow yourself to not be too attached to what you have and smile that genuine smile a little with that hop in your heart that frees you from ‘how you need to be’ to be happy.