Life is short. One hundred years is short. So wear your party pants. Be happy. Suck the joy of every single day I give you.
Be happy,
God
PS. Hey, I want you to celebrate and sing.
Be happy,
God
PS. Hey, I want you to celebrate and sing.
Don’t hurry. You leave a lot of meat on the bone. You rob yourself of much joy from each day. You miss out on life-changing lessons from the stories happening to you. Hey, enjoy life.