Anyone else sob uncontrollably during the fireworks show? Fourth of July, made you cry.
I used to try to avoid fireworks at all costs. While others were planning an exciting night at the beach or park to watch the grandiose show of sparkling fairy dust, I was booking flights to Montreal, where there are no fireworks at all. At least—not traditionally—on July 4th. If we weren’t traveling afar, I’d make sure we were in transit or got into bed well before the deafening explosions began.
And the times when I couldn’t avoid them, like as a child at my aunt and uncle’s infamous Fourth of July pool party, or during a Fourth of July girls’ trip to Newport, a July 4th wedding or birthday party, a trip to the Magic Kingdom, or a Fourth of July venture into Hoboken with my hubby (what on earth was I thinking?!), I would cringe the entire time, no doubt admiring the colorful bursts of fire, all the while holding back a tremendous amount of emotion and discomfort. Sensory. Overload.
This year was the very first year I actually enjoyed the show. We watched on from a small beach in Connecticut with our dear friends and my niece, Nicole. I felt so much at peace, I could observe the awe-inspiring display without the overwhelming discomfort I’d been used to. I didn’t feel anxious, the sounds didn’t bother me, and watching each burst gradually make its way into its truest, most beautiful form, then vanish, had me comparing each to my own life. How I’ve grown and continue to grow. How, every single day, I strive to be a better person than I was the day before, to eventually shine in my truest form, as bright as one of those sparkling clouds…and. then. I will vanish. As we all will someday. Hoping that I’ve left some ash or some impact on those who are left still striving after I go.
These types of realizations really do effect how we connect with and perceive others and the world around us. After all, aren’t we all striving to be better, to reach our truest form, our highest potential? Before we vanish? Like a beautiful firework that fizzles to mere ash once it reveals its brightest light to the world. Or maybe we don’t want to be bothered trying. Maybe it’s too hard. Too much work. We give up. We are human, after all. Perhaps we are all just trying to “get by.”
Whelp, if that didn’t get you choked up, I don’t know what will.
Until next time…
may you know only peace…
as you strive to get by…
even amidst some noisy fireworks.