Thursday, October 23, 2008

Where the laughter goes...

So true, Schembri on the magic of children's laughter:

We envy the child. As they gurgle and coo and laugh like crazy we realise they still possess something we have lost. It's the price we paid for growing up. And what would we give to recapture even a small measure of that joy?

I have had this thought, it makes me sad. Why are we incapable of refocussing, pulling our bleeding foreheads away from the wall and the knives from each other's backs, and finding happiness?

Is this the essence of the Christian Genesis mythology, we can't resist knowledge but in the process it kills the possibility of harmony?

It is the only dark lining on the silver clouds of Bear's incessant, cackling laughter. I won't let myself become pessimistic though, there must be a better way and, together with Cub, we are going to work on finding it.

2 comments:

GS said...

There is a better way. It involves disconnecting from the media more, taking life easier, questioning what doesn't make sense. It involves more laughter and less angst. It reroutes the energy away from fretting, into being in the moment. So when we need to turn thoughts into action we do it wisely, not as a reaction.

Or at least, thats how I see the world.

Or perhaps the word identification for this comment has a one word answer to the universe.
"sessnes".

If only we knew what it meant.

Anonymous said...

I know the exact point at which the joy in life fades - when you start reading Jim Schembri.