“Isn’t life funny?”
This is one of my all time, slap my knee in hysterics, favorite sayings ever; I equate it to hitting your “funny bone”…which it turns out folks isn’t funny at all.
Sometimes, yes, life is funny. It’s funny in the way that makes you laugh when you trip and fall in the hall way on the first day of high school in front of a math class full of senior water polo players…it is only years later that I can laugh about it (ok, realistically I was laughing the next day). After my scrapes and ego were healed, and my calculator fixed (it had after all sailed through the air in a way only one of my possessions could) I was able to laugh it off.
I have a birthday coming up in about a week, the big 2-1, and though I’m nowhere near the maturity level that comes with each passing birthday, I feel like I’ve been able to learn so much on this planet. One of the things that I’m struggling with lately is to just let life be funny. Take the joy in the little mishaps and know that it could actually be worse…I could still be going to school at San Francisco State…yikes!!
“Isn’t life funny?”
Whoever came up with this saying? I’d like to know so I could…how do I say this…punch them in the face. Every time I imagine the person that first said this little gem I think of Charlie Chaplin…. I have strange word associations sometimes (remind me to tell you how a meatball sandwich always makes me think of Saratoga…).
School is in full swing this semester, I have 18 units, and although I end class every day at 12:30 (except Fridays…which is part of the “isn’t life funny” bit…that’s another rant) I’m nonstop busy reading lovely books on History and Constitutional Law…that’s right folks! You thought I was a 20 something girl, but it turns out I sit in a chair in my sweaters, listen to Frank Sinatra and read history books…I am in fact my grandfather (love you Gramps!). And I want to, I need to learn how to be at peace with the phase of life I am in now, because when do I get the chance to dedicate my entire life to education; learning both the lessons of the classroom and of life? I’m working on it.
“Isn’t life funny?”
In the way that falling off a cliff anthill (I can’t have my imagination miserable all afternoon for committing imagination manslaughter) after missing the exit on the highway is funny? Then yes, life is funny. I have a dream, a vision really for how I’d like my life to work. I know only a small percentage of my plans will ultimately work out how I want them too, I am after all a mere human, but I have a new outlook.
Live more. Laugh more. And create more.
Live more freely. Live fully. Live simply.
Laugh boldly. Laugh loudly (ok…don’t be that person in the coffee shop laughing like you have to laugh to save your life). Laugh freely.
Create memories. Create pieces of art by writing and expression. Create good food! Most importantly, create l-o-v-e.
So my lovelies, it is my prayer for you to discover the simple pleasures of life.
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| I want nothing more that to read Hemingway in a wheat field right now...but alas...I'm stuck reading Constitutional Law in an apartment... isn't life funny?? |
