Life becomes a matter of showing up and saying yes.*
There is nothing quite so tragic as a young cynic, because it means the person has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.**
Before the one willing to say yes the darkness recedes.
Feeling more, all becomes their teacher.
To see and feel more leads them into a world of possibilities for doing more.
Not so for the cynic who finds the darkness closing in around them as they remain closed to the the other.
Unable to feel more, they feel less.
Not feeling the stirring within, the urge to create is small.
Each morning I search for the birds in flight, to wait within a moment and wonder.
I must turn again from pride to humility.
From greed to gratitude.
From foolishness to faithfulness.
(*From Richard Rohr’s The Divine Dance.)
(**May Angelou, quoted in Maria Popova’s Brain Pickings: Theodore Roosevelt on the Cowardice of Cynicism and the Courage to Create Rather Than Criticise.)