In anticipation of “Funny Fridays” I thought that I would talk about the serious side of laughter. It is not easy laugh when you are alone, but I’m sure many will agree that it is easy to cry. There are movies that always make me tear up no matter how many times I’ve seen them—It’s bizarre.
If you passed someone by themselves, and you noticed that they were crying, would you stop and ask if they were OK? Most of you? Problably. Now what if that person was laughing? Walk by a little quicker and try not to make eye contact? Probably.
What’s my point? I’m not sure. All I know is that this past year, with the limited social interactions that we have had to deal with (for our own safety, of course), there is more that likely a dearth of laughter in our lives and a surplus of less desirable emotions.
As a writer, I want to entertain readers. If I can bring a smile to a face, then that is mission accomplished. If something that I write makes you think, reflect, or connect, then I’ve done a good job.
Laughter was written long before we were forced apart, and touches on how laughter is often held too tight, but releasing it can be exactly what we need.
Laughter Yes, I hear it But I’m not grabbing onto it It’s not mine It’s yours. Mine’s here somewhere I’m saving it (for what I don’t know yet) A little sneaks out from time to time It makes me smile A brief respite From the dusk emerges A little light