You often ask yourself, “What is it all for? What is this rugged path in life for?”
You have heard Me say that life is for love. Yes, it is, for your heart to expand, and for you to hand out love as a matter of course. It is for exploration and adventure and for a romp in the park. It is for you. You are the pathway you take. You are the hero, and you are the one who finds his way in the forest. Just as a forest has growth, so do you.
Would you really have chosen to miss out on the green forest, its trees, its leaves, its messages to you? Would you regret that you were handed life to find yourself in? Would you really? Would you regret that you could learn, or begin to relearn, Eternity and Infinity, and all they entail?
You may say that you haven’t learned them. You may say that you have avoided them, and that that has been the extent of your life.
Yet you have had life. You took your turn at the bat. Whatever you may think, you have made a home run. You went somewhere. You did something. You took a shot at life. You mustered your way through it. You walked in the woods. You took off, and one day you return to where you came from and never left which is right here with Me.
You had a Journey of Imagination, for the Journey in Life is all fantasy. It is a painting, or it is a movie, and you play your part tooth and nail. The hero in a drama grows. He does not stay the same. He grows. Whatever you may grumble about, you have grown.
You have painted this picture of yourself as a chapter in your book. And all of your book is fiction. It feels like it happened. Everyone believes it happened. Only everyone is fooled or, more accurately, fools himself as to what is real and what is not real. In most cases, you have it backwards.
Today, embrace your life. It is a good one. You have made a good try. You took a chance, and you lived it. You got on board a Boat of Life, and you set sail. You sailed on the waves. You are the waves furling and unfurling. How active the waves. How in and out they are. Waves are visitors to the surface of the Ocean. Waves come up from the depths of the Ocean to visit the surface, and then dive back in to the fullness of the depths. Heigh ho.
And you ask, “What is the journey for?” It is for the journey. It is for the rowing of the oars. It is for the oars splashing in the Waters from which you came. It is for experience. It is for the love of it or to get the hang of it. It is for life. It is for the exuberance. Waves go up and down, in and out, and you, who ride on the waves, go up and down with them, and yet you are not really at the mercy of the waves. You are the waves, so you are at the mercy of yourself.
There is no out there except as you see it. There is really only in here, in your heart and in Mine. All the rest is a story enacted. Your story is the fairy tale, and you make it up as you along, or you follow it, or you plan it. You certainly think about it. You are writing your own autobiography. You scribble it. You agonize over it. Now jump for joy for your story that you dash off to while you are on the go.