This was from a poem by Dylan Thomas, asking, pleading with his dying father not to give up, not to give up on life as he saw it fading from his father’s eyes.
What is more vital today, in a world of disturbing news, worlds so connected, horrendous things happening, people having the unaware-habit of focusing on the bad, remembering the pain, those who have hurt them, thwarted their ideas, ideals and dreams, the state of union, the shooting in our schools, and list goes on….
And I say rage, rage, against the pervading cynicism, those being critical, and finding fault in other people, in life, in their own world.
It is impossible (please let me repeat this), it is absolutely impossible to find a cynical four year old.
And should we not all be childlike in our amazement of this unfolding universe, the magic that begets mystery, the ethereal worlds, the beauty that congregates near any tree, any cloud shadow, a rainbow in the spring, rivulets—any meadow filled with flowers or a sky near you?
Be the beauty that abounds, the story with a happy ending, the positive human being who is always looking for the good, celebrating the triumphs of our lives and of others.
And have you really ever asked this question: Who am I to be cynical, critical, cutting, biting…when world really is filled with crazy visionaries, with those who (daily) take their dreams to the bank, who live above the waterlines, who will not hear a discouraging word?
Rage against being that realist, so real that you think you know how things are, as you are right and know all the answers, and self-create your own stalwart and stoic thoughts, hard and fast, straight and narrow, so convinced of your own opinions that you forget to fly, to be free in your own head.
What if today, you and I, we all embrace this magic, this wonder, this awe that is everywhere and “every-when”…and as we take notice, it frees our hearts and we all can smile with the children again.
You especially can so easily inspire yourself to live a legendary life, choosing elation, bliss and happiness that surely is yours to spread around, to give away, to see sewn into the tapestry of blue skies, the sunrises and the surreal twilight of a mind that is not tethered by the hardship of the past, that is fluid as the wind in the hills, as warm as a slight breeze over the saguaros in an Arizona winter.
Fight against the difficulties and turn troubles into fiestas, happenstance and romance.
Become the person who has a reputation of optimism, of encouragement, humor and then your success will follow where ever you go like a shining star—a light in the night.
Fight for your right to live a wonderful life and see all you certainly can so easily be grateful for…and enjoy it all.
And do not let circumstance, or other peoples’ negativity, stop you from being absorbed with your birthright to contentment and a love of all.
Fight the inclination to divert to cynicism, and being right, when it is all about feeling right, feeling that all is perfect, and you are the one to give away pure joy and the light to all whom you meet.
There is no rage or fight or divine struggle: There is only light! Be not part or parcel to the darkness, the coated cynicism disguised as sarcasm. Instead, see, believe, realize that you are the universe, the light, the way, the truth, the beauty, all that is spectacular and remarkable in this world of undulating mystery.
Live this and everything will not turn out well, rather you will realize…all is well, right now, this exact instant.
Be free…it is the gift of eternity!