Remember those days when we laughed just for fun, simply because we were happy or because we were pulling someone's leg? It felt good to bring laughter and joy to those around us as we shared our teasing and playful mood with them. We found ourself joking with friends or amusing other children and laughing so hard that there were tears in our eyes and our stomach hurt from all the laughter. No matter what we did, we felt humorous and joyful...
Its been ages since I have done that- Laughed just for kicks... Or let the kid in me, out. She's been playing peek-a-boo somewhere in the background but there's just been too much to deal with and I haven't taken the time to go play with her. I know a cynic would say "Welcome to adulthood!" but I'd like to believe I'm balanced enough to know that its only when I approach the world from this perspective, that I'd lighten up in so many ways... Its only then that any tension that weighed upon me would lift, my eyes would become brighter, and I'd like to believe my smile'd light the room. :) Things that would have frustrated or angered me on another day will just have to make me laugh then as I'd want to shrug it off, freeing myself from unnecessary stress.
Of course I'd have to make sure that my humor uplifts because its so easy to use humor to demean and accidentally hurt people, which is certainly not my intention. I'd like to look for the sparkle in their eyes, the joy on their face and the sound of their laughter; get past their defenses, and maybe remind them of their inner child. And maybe in doing so, I'd go back to that play ground where all children are carefree and playing like its the most serious thing to do. Where the biggest thing worrying me is, what to say when Mumma calls me home, and I want to play longer. And maybe, just maybe everything else will take care of itself..!
Of course I'd have to make sure that my humor uplifts because its so easy to use humor to demean and accidentally hurt people, which is certainly not my intention. I'd like to look for the sparkle in their eyes, the joy on their face and the sound of their laughter; get past their defenses, and maybe remind them of their inner child. And maybe in doing so, I'd go back to that play ground where all children are carefree and playing like its the most serious thing to do. Where the biggest thing worrying me is, what to say when Mumma calls me home, and I want to play longer. And maybe, just maybe everything else will take care of itself..!
Oh well, a girl can dream, can't she? :)
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