There is no finesse to life. No one outsmarts it. No body outlives it. Life delivers itself to you, and then it drops you off.

Temporary is this life on Earth. Everyone knows that, and yet everyone forgets it.

Life on Earth becomes so utterly serious, weighty, worth arguing about. There are fatalities of the heart. Why is that? Why cannot life on Earth be a lark? Why must life be so serious that hearts break and life becomes tenuous?

Even if life on Earth increased its span, what difference would it make in the seriousness with which life is taken?

To live life is meant to be for the good of all. Enmity isn’t to enter in. Certainly, wars are the silliest things I’ve ever heard of. Hostility is intended and seems real when, all along, everything in life is water under the bridge. What you call reality is not reality. You call strife reality. Strive for peace, not strife.

I did not present you with a battlefield. I did not present you with enmity.

I set you in green pastures with enough for all. Would that My children could let go of ownership and all the matters that they consider crucial.

Come, enjoy the allotted time you have on Earth. Make it wonderful. Life on Earth is not meant to be endured. Whereas life is everlasting, your time on Earth is short. It is a minute, and, then, poof, it is gone. There is little time for hard feelings. There is little time to make so serious bills and mistakes and all those matters that My children do take so seriously. It has become the end of the world when you flunk a test. What insignificance do My children take so seriously, as if it were the end of the world.

While you have life, make hay while the sun shines. What else is there to do? Let go of your grip on life. Don’t hold on tight. Let go and create a life worthy of painting. Be an artist of life. Let your art be seen.

For such a short time, make your life worth noting. Give and take some happiness. Increase it. Layer joy upon joy on Earth. Why not? What have you been doing? Sometimes you have heaped layers of grief one on top of the other. You have held onto tragedy, as if tragedy is what life is for. Oh, what a waste.

The world was not created for tragedy. Yet tragedies have been piled up. Tragedies have become a known quantity and handed out generously.

Someone has to stop this attention on grief and sickness and palpitations of the heart. You wait for Me, and I wait for you. It is not an impasse. It really is not. Just get a different handle on life and know that it is for joy, joy expected and joy unexpected. Let go of your hold on life and roll with it. Tragedy is what you say it is.

What if death were honored? Death of the body is inevitably the outcome. You don’t want to live forever in the same body anyway. How associated you are with your body when it is such a nebulous thing, not worth keeping as if your body were the purpose of your life. Why keep an antique car in your garage? Sooner or later, you will trade it in.

If you had no possessions, how easy life would be. The Truth is that you have no possessions. You have no ownership. Life is something you spend time on. It is something you give to make others’ lives a little better, a little easier, a little more forgiving.

Wherein does your life exist if it is not given in trust for all the lives that follow? Show the way. Show the way.