Often, Patrick, having what you want is a function of letting go of what you have.
If you know what I mean.
The Universe
Odd, huh, Patrick, the stuff people cling to?
“Happily-ever-after,” I’m happy to tell you, Patrick, begins with “happily”… in more ways than one.
So the next time a loved one sets out to find it, maybe have them consider that the trail may turn frosty cold, if it’s not set out upon happily.
There, that should get you started. I mean, them.
Tallyho,
The Universe
To be or not to be happy, Patrick, really is the question. As if it needed to be multiple choice.
With great responsibility, Patrick, comes great power.
The more you accept of the first - for your happiness, unhappiness, and all else - the more you are given of the latter.
Sounds like a deal,
The Universe
It may help to understand, Patrick, that you needn’t explain a situation in order to accept responsibility for it. Kind of like not explaining chocolate to enjoy it.
Within the seed of your desire is everything necessary for it to blossom to fulfillment. And Law of Attraction is the engine that does the work. Your work is just to give it a fertile growing place in order to expand
—- Abraham
The higher your perspective, Patrick, the cooler your life.
Highly,
The Universe
Stretch, stretch, and stretch, Patrick, to see every perspective… and nothing shall keep you from joy.
What do you now fear, Patrick?
How will you use this?
You’re welcome,
The Universe
Every fear is a gift, Patrick, though every gift needs unwrapping. “Oh look, it’s me, only more!”
What you can do with your life, Patrick, has little to do with what’s going on in the world.
And everything to do with what you see as possible.
Grrr-r-r,
The Universe
And Patrick, it’s still all possible.
Dwelling on the unimportant, stressing on the unintended, and freaking over the unknown, Patrick, simply doesn’t work… and are a bit like lighting a match in a dark room to make sure no one accidentally sprinkled any gunpowder on your bicycle, kept under the stairs, near the back porch, in January.
Actually, some of that wasn’t really important, but hopefully it distracted from any stigma you may have attached to freaking over the unknown.
You’re so adorable,
The Universe
Why not just celebrate that you’re alive, Patrick, every single day? After celebrating that you don’t need a bike to get email, in January.
Patrick, have you ever seen a complete stranger across a room, street, or hallway, and sent them a silent, “I love you,” just for the good it might do?
I have.
But then, to me, they’re not really strangers.
Then again, neither are they to you.
Stranger than fiction,
The Universe
There are no accidents, Patrick, no coincidences, and no strangers.
If you were able to look back at your most brilliant successes, stunning comebacks, amazing catches, and smokin’ ideas, Patrick, and you were to find that virtually all of them seemed to materialize out of thin air, when you least expected them, and that they had exceeded even your greatest expectations at the time, how excited would you be about the new year and whatever else I’ve got up my sleeve?
Hubba, hubba -
The Universe
If I’ve ever helped you before, Patrick, don’t you think I can do it again… and again… and again… ad infinitum? Actually, it ought to be even easier next time, with your new saunter.
