This is the time of your life to have the time of your life. Why not? What have you possibly been waiting for? For the right time?

I tell you that now is the right time. There is no other.

You are having a once-in-a-lifetime experience right now. Whatever it is, you are experiencing it. You are the experiencer. You are the one having an experience. You perceive an experience. The water of experience runs through your fingers. Follow the stream.

You are on Earth in this body for the blink of an eye. Why not savor it? Your experiences in life open you to the windows of your heart. Your life is the looking-glass. Do not magnify what you experience. Do not minimize it either. Wrest from it the joy of a lifetime.

If you did not know what a book was, and you didn’t know how to read, and someone gave you a book, you wouldn’t appreciate the gift. And yet, through this gift, you might well learn how to read. You would teach yourself. And then the book would become an object of awe instead of disappointment.

Well, life is a book given to you to read. First, you have to open it. Open your life now. Let your life be a feast for your eyes and for all who are privileged to catch a glimpse of it, who have the opportunity, as it were, to read over your shoulder.

You are on a Great Journey across uncharted lands, and you are the map-maker. You make the map as you go along. Or perhaps you make a painting. Everyone makes a painting. Although the paintings represent the same voyage, no two are alike. The paintings you make are like signatures. And yet they all say the same. They address the world, and they say:

“World, I live. I journey. I fall down. I pick myself up. I dance. I laugh. I cry. I help pick up others. World, I lift you up and present you to yourself. Here, World, I say. Here you are. This is what you are like, and, World, I find you beautiful. You are precious to me. You are a picture of myself. I paint my portrait through you. I can paint my portrait in any room of the world I like, and I can use the crayons I choose. And so, it is always my painting. It is of you, and yet it is of me. All landscapes are you, and they are I. Every detail reveals our partnership. We are on display. But we are not a still life.

“I think I will paint you in 3-D. Or maybe 5-D. I will let my imagination run wild. Certainly, I have kept it hemmed in long enough. Now I open the gates, and my imagination runs swiftly and sharp. New crayons appear for me to draw with. I catch them on the run.

“Beyond the fences I see wonders. I perform miracles. I play hopscotch. You love me to hop on you, World. You are like a mother lion who lets her baby lions romp all over her. You are as happy as can be. You are as happy as I allow you to be. You have allowed me all kinds of freedom, but I have been stingy with the freedom I give to you.

“Now I will let you rise like mountains. And now I will climb the heights of you. Now I will frolic, and there will be no falling down, for I rise with you, and you rise with me. I love you, World. You are of my making, and now I make you wonderful.”