Seeing Angels

Yesterday I journaled a thought: I should notice and appreciate angels (those who spread light and lift others) more than demons (those who seem opposed to me and my efforts). Then I came across my blog post from eight years ago and thought I'd share it again. As children we are full of dreams and excitement. Everything is fun and positive and we quickly forgive. We play. We love. We dream. We create. Somewhere in our lives we tend to get a little cynical and less trusting. We become intellectually haughty: superior to optimism, dreams and faith in others. We critique. We don't create. We question progress and doubt ability. Then as we get older we seem to rediscover our childlike values again. Dreaming becomes delightful. Playing with children or grandchildren brings supernal joy. We see the good in everyone. We encourage others. The happiest people are those who skip cynicism. They keep their childlike ability to give, love and forgive. I wonder what would happen if we skipped the middle? What if we skipped cynicism? Sure would be fun to try.