… I thought it was tomorrow.

Somehow we’d messed it up. Somehow I’d taken the trip downtown and the person I was to meet hadn’t.

What happens now, apart from the obvious rescheduling dance? What happens to my state of mind? And what happens to my experience of the next hour or so?

… but this shouldn’t have happened. It should’ve worked out differently.

The opportunity to argue with the reality of the situation rears its head, but I glance around and realize that it did happen. And the world still pulses. Peacefully.

And then I collide headlong into a thought. An important thought.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter? Perhaps I’m not as in control of the world around me as I thought I should be. Perhaps I don’t need to be. And perhaps that’s OK. Maybe even perfect.

And perhaps acceptance will stand me in a position from where I’m able to notice. A position from which to collide with something quite extraordinary. Something unexpected, something that might have always been there. A person, an experience or perhaps simply a thought. All could change my own experience of right now.

And that was it. After declining the opportunity to be a fool, to wrestle with the wrongs & rights, to insist on the experience of my way, the experience of now happened. Inexplicably wonderful, wonderfully peaceful, peacefully alive.

My collision had been the thought, and my experience the peace and its clarity.

I was sat on the 6E. An over-worn, under-appreciated public bus. How unexpected. And how utterly simple.

Then I wondered how we might all collide into the actual experience of our own lives if we were more able to accept what is.