I miss laughter sometimes. Especially the deep, hearty, make-tears-spring-from-my-eyes-and-my-belly-ache laughs.
The silver cuff that I wear almost daily has this quotation: “The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” I haven’t laughed yet today.
My friend sent me a link to an article posted on the Elephant Journal website titled, “F*ck Happiness, I’ll take Freedom instead.” The premise of the article is that happiness is but one emotion among so many others, and choosing to be happy only is too limiting. I agree that I want the freedom to feel the entire range of emotions, to live authentically and intensely, as difficult as that can be sometimes. It seems to me that I can’t force myself to be happy, or to laugh. On the other hand, I tend to be really serious and get caught up in thinking about what is happening internally, about the processes of how my life around me affects my inner world (I took the blue pill, and there’s no going back). My friend Terry tells me often that I should loosen up, that think too much, and I should stop it or he will smack me upside the head. Not the most helpful of tactics, but I take his point. I can get so caught up in thinking and analyzing my triggers and emotions, that I forget to feel. By feeling and letting the emotions pass through me (and I want to add, by not fighting the fact that they are there in the first place), I can allow the space for witnessing humour in my day, and for laughter and joy, if I want it.