if not now, when?

The most obvious thing suddenly hit me: my life is not waiting for me to arrive somewhere. My life is passing by. It is that thing about the "here & now" not being a rehearsal, but the real deal. So my life is also not expecting me in the future either, as some kind of goal I am meant to reach. All there really is, is the moment. My life is my breathing, my blood flowing, my heart beating. Anything and everything that happens IS actually my life. It is useless to look for meaning anywhere else.