There's So Much More

It’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. 
Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much; 
my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst, 
and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold onto it, 
and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude 
for every single moment of my stupid little life.

- Lester Burnham, American Beauty

Before long, the anger burns out. It flares for a moment, white hot, then smoulders in orange for a while, but after that it is gone, a drifting haze that clears in the presence of the crystal light.

I try to hang on to it, but I can't. My hands weary of that limiting constriction, those knuckles and fists. I can't. My fingers burst from their shackles and tremble in the open air, spreading wide to freedom, to joy. There is so much more to life. My heart tries to treasure the smugness, the tightness, the implosion, the poison, but then there is no room for the beauty, the love. My heart denies me the pleasure of holding onto hatred. My heart screams, let me go, you tyrant. Let me be free.

And so I let it go, and it blasts through the barbed wire fences and flies out into the mountains, the meadows, the sea and the sky. I can't stay in that self-made captivity. I have to run out into the wind that breaks umbrellas; I have to dance in the rain.

Creation is calling:

Please don't stay inside. There is so much more for you, and you are so loved, so beautiful. Come and dance with us. Come and sing your song in our chorus of a million voices. Stop putting a cheap and easy end to what has only just begun. You can't see what we see. Get out here and look. You will be amazed.