I recently told someone in an interview that my humor meter goes from subtle wit to outright smart-ass. So, my attempts to be funny are often lost on even those who know me well.
Laughter may have been my first emotional expression (I really don’t remember, but that’s what I like to think.) It certainly has served me better than the gluttonous time wasters, superstition and fear, of which I will have no part. I am no stranger to loss and I have shed my share of tears, but the worthless, most sinister impostor to which I have given more than enough of my precious time is guilt.
I must contradict Janis Joplin and say that freedom is NOT just another word for nothin’ left to lose. Freedom means everything to someone who is imprisoned by guilt and believes their own actions could have prevented the loss of someone they love. The key to happiness and freedom is forgiveness. Not just the ‘it’s okay that you stomped on my foot while we were line dancing’ kind of forgiveness, but also the ‘it’s okay to breathe without choking on the emotion I am experiencing because I think I must have done something to deserve this very crappy thing that has just happened,’ kind.
As I have said before, I am an over-thinker and I do believe, in my world, people and places are connected. So let’s hold the laughter in our hearts and be at peace with ourselves. There are other battles we must fortify ourselves to endure. This one is for you my friends, for I have seen your eyes. They speak the truth so loud and clear to block out all the lies.
What were you thinking?
How long were you sinking?
If I had sent you the love I meant to,
would you have been captured by its glorious rapture?
Perhaps then your life would have been worth living.
What is the bravest thing we can do?
Face the mirror and accept forgiveness. Its reflection is marvelous.