Interpreting What Is

Life happens.
I cannot say much more about it except that there is something that happening both without and within. There is a movement, a giant, unified motion. That is what appears to be life.
Then there is my mind, filled with its knowledge, that interprets everything that is moving both within and without. I think that here is the source of all conflict.
There is what is, and then there is the interpretation that I give it - "I" being my identity which is the sum total of all my past experiences - and that interpretation is not what is actually occurring.
What is actually occurring cannot be known, because it is ever new and never before experienced. That is a fact. The mind, which is the sum total of past knowledge, can never meet the new. This is why life can become rather dull, frustrating and lackluster.
Is there a way to meet the present moment without the screen of the mind?
Only when the mind is emptied, laid aside, can life be met.