Yes:  yet to come is the whole rest of our lives. Our futures, our playgrounds of the mind, our dreams and our hopes, our dreads and our unspoken, unfaced fears.

That life unfolds now. The whole of our lives is what we are looking at right here, right now, reflecting accurately the whole of our thinking and our practice.

That hasn't happened yet, we tell ourselves confidently about a future event. Yet, if we dwell on it in the present and load it with worrisome expectations or unreasonably high ones, we obliterate our appreciation of the present moment and we grossly distort the future one. It may be unrecognizable when it finally arrives, to our bitter disappointment or to our total blindness.

Are we having fun yet? we ask ourselves. Can we, if our sight is clouded with how we think things should be at the expense of how they actually are?

If it hasn't happened yet, we can tranquilly know that it unfolds to the present moment most easily and comfortably when we're willing to learn to let go of uselessly speculating about it.

The present moment remains uncluttered, and the future moment, when it arrives, remains free from a top-heavy load of fearful anticipation or unrealistic expectations.

We only get to enjoy the whole of our lives when we pay attention to what is whole about our life right now.

As we learn to do the present moment well, all moments unfold themselves easily and well, exactly as they are, without our previous interference blocking our clear vision and our full celebration of now.