A Buddhist Lama has said that the only extension to the present is intensity. As I see it, time not as endless continuation, full of anticipations and epitaphs, but of actually living NOW. "Desire" for more is from the Buddhist perspective the beginning of "suffering".
During Lockdown over here I can honestly say that I have never been bored. Anxious? Yes. Pissed off with others? Yes. Judgemental of others? Yes. Slight panic attacks? Yes. Accomodating my normal levels of conceit? Yes. Angry? Yes. But bored? No.
If I have anticipated, it has been to look forward to such things as the next words of grandchildren, to see their faces again. Maybe some would argue that the simple words of a child are not to be compared to on-going revelations of Jesus Christ revealed each morning as we wake in heaven, but as I understand the Christian way, such would be to "spit in the face of Christ". Take that as you wish.
This moment, without wish for more and - in my Pure Land way - giving thanks, is enough.
"Is it true that after this life of ours we shall one day be awakened
by a terrifying clamour of trumpets?
Forgive me God, but I console myself
that the beginning and resurrection of all of us dead
will simply be announced by the crowing of the cock.
After that we'll remain lying down a while...
The first to get up
will be Mother...We'll hear her
quietly laying the fire,
quietly putting the kettle on the stove
and cosily taking the teapot out of the cupboard.
We'll be home once more."
by Vladimir Holan