I travel on impulse. At one short notice, I headed for the holy city of Ujjain. Great distance away. To meet monks at Kumbh Mela. I met one on the bank of river Shipra. He’d no longing for or attachment to anything. There’s nothing on him, dress or money. Yet he never went hungry.
“Life’s set in auto mode”, he said. “You’ve no role in running this vital force. Except being aware. When you learn how to keep track of your breath, the existence reveals itself to you. Never be a victim of dashed expectations. If something’s to come, it’ll.”