Yes, often days on Earth seem like skirmishes to you. You want more of a day, or you want less of it, depending upon happenstance and your view.

You are not always hard to please. I understand that you do deal with every day as best as you can at the time.

In retrospect, you may see alternate roads you could have gone down. You could have been less cranky and resistant to life. Some days, not every day, you could have been less thrown by life. About some days, you could have even come to shrug your shoulders and say: "That day wasn't so bad after all."

Of course, there are days you still mourn and wish they could be undone. You would much rather have days that don't rile you. In some cases, you wish that you not rue your own deportment.

I would love to get you onto more evened-out paths. You, too, wish you could be more mellow. In this case, life would not run over you to the degree it seems to. Oh, yes, Beloved, if only your putting down life in the first place could be of the past and no longer continued. If only you would meet life more than you confront it.

At the very least, life is paving the way for you. Life is clearing the path. You don't want to play the victim, nor do you wish to be an assailer. You can swim in life in any direction you want. You don't want to give the impression that you are expecting heartache today.

In your mind, you often fault life. You would love to be on an even keel with life. How you would love to be at peace with life rather than at swords with it. Compared to you, life is the Giant, and you are not. And so you feel bound.

In going over some days of the past, you seem unable to rewrite a better script. This is the thing. You put yourself at the mercy of life. There is nothing you can do about it. You see yourself taken advantage of. You are unable to try to put a pretty face on life.

At the least, you may feel addled by life. Of course, you would love to be comforted by life. Meanwhile, you may be on life's back, for life could be getting ready to hassle you.

You would try out another world to live in, yet you don't know of another world to switch over to. Even if you were sure that another world existed, you are unsure that you dare to leap over to it.

You are the person in the story of the Lady or the Tiger who has to decide which door to open. In your case, it may seem you have no choice of which door to open. It opens itself to you before know it. Sometimes you feel that you are offered Tiger or Tiger and never offered apples or oranges.

Any day can bring a thunderstorm or a blizzard or a drought. You don't know what you may wake up to. You have no conscious choice. You don't want to sound ungrateful. Life has been good to you now and then no matter how much it left you shaking in your boots. You would love a guarantee.

Beloveds, you see the bits and pieces of life when, all the while, there is a whole world there. Make a large sweep of your cowboy hat in front of you and offer life a grand welcome. And give life a good chance to respond to your welcome.

I was going to ask you what is on your mind. Then I thought better of it. Hmm. Let me refresh My question.

Beloveds, what would you like to have on your mind right now?

The arrival of your own True Love?

A chance meeting?

To find a hidden treasure?

To wake up tomorrow and weigh ten lbs. less?

Snow? To make a new friend?

Enlightenment?

Simple joy?

To find a genie had cleaned your fridge?

To be able to eat whatever you want and stay slim?

A new puppy?

To find yourself transformed into a new person?

A list of all that you like about yourself and makes you glad?

If I were to ask you to say what's on your mind, would I have opened a floodgate of woes? This would have been a mistake, for of course, it's time now to take your leave of woe. I mean, this is long overdue. What do you want woe hanging around for?

To know what matters in life?

To speak of what you want and not speak of that which you do not want?

To be a blessing to all who know you and to yourself?

To get on with life?

To light up the world?

To light up one single life today besides your own?

To give life freely without recompense?

To think big and never small?

To live your Truth. To speak your Truth. To never tell a lie, no matter how little, ever again?

To speak well of others?

To speak well of yourself?

To love ahead of time?

To break boundaries?

To surprise yourself?

To uplift the world?

To keep secrets?

To look forward to life?

To progress?

To be amenable?

To be farsighted?

To serve God and only God?

To honor thy mother and father?

To respect all?

To no longer try to change anyone else?

To leave myself free from nagging as well?

To smile?

To have a good time wherever I am and whatever I think of?

To imagine?

To have dreams big and small?

To come closer and closer to God?

To venture forth in life?

To sweeten the world?

To be my own person?

To not get in anyone's way?

To perceive everyone as God does perceive?

To be all I want to be?

To envision even greater along the way?

To be all God wants me to be. Why not?

Increasingly, you feel yourself going deeper and deeper into life. You can't put your finger on it, yet you feel this to be true. You like this idea. You are enlivened by this idea. At the same time, you are at the same shaken by it.

Sometimes you feel that you float in life. That you don't touch base. How you would love to. As it is, words pop up from somewhere - it must be from somewhere within you, yet how? Why? And must they?

Now that you think of it, where are words stored anyway. There are words, often names, that you know very well, and cannot pull the word up at the moment, try as you may, and then some words you consciously would not want to draw out, not important to you, don't matter to you - and, yet, here they come spilling out.

They lurked somewhere within you, but where? How did they get there?

What is remembering about anyway?

Honestly, you wonder what memory is for. Of course, you do see its worth when you want to make your mother's recipe for pea and barley soup. You would like to have that recipe on the tip of your tongue.

In terms of life, you remember a detail here and there that you had forgotten about, and what is all this for? What is any of it for, you ache to know. Why do certain thoughts pop up when they do? Sometimes thoughts pop up that you wish wouldn't.

Is remembering no more than stuffing a rag doll? Is remembering only a filler, and why do you care?

Sometimes your mind feels crowded, and your house too.

You have a crowd of memories, and some seem useless and unfulfilling. Sure, there are thoughts you would like to pull out, yet you have no system. Do you have mental file cabinets and colorful folders?

Even if you knew where they are, what orderly use could you make of them anyway?

Are there shelves to put boxes of memories on?

This isn't the first time you have wondered about when you leave Earth, where do your memories go, the poignant memories as well as how to spell a difficult word.

Then there are the cry-worthy memories. May they go in peace.

It is all water under the bridge.

With all that is going on in the world, why are memories on your mind now?

You would rather invent something new for the good of the world or to rewrite your life as fiction, which I have told you that life really is in the first place. You might wish you had kept a record of all the great books you have read though you never did.

You could fill a wheelbarrow of your memories - yet where would you dump them?

In some respects, you would like to rewrite this life you are walking through now, when it gets right down to it, what would you undo? Embarrassment? Ignorance? Love unrequited? Would you really change the other characters in your script? What would you cross out when it comes down to it? Whom would you add - a fairy Godmother? What would you dare to erase? What hem would you take up? Where would you find the dress anyway? It all seems like too much trouble.

You also wonder what your next life will be like? What would your new name be? What work will you do? Where will you live? In what country? You ask yourself wordlessly in which country would you want to live. Actually, you're glad you don't have to think of it. You have too much on your mind as it is.