I’m going to be personal and candid here, only because I believe sharing my experience adds a level of credibility to this blog post. There were many years when I was well beneath the suitably healthy levels of low self-esteem. There have been several occasions when I contemplated life and its polar choice. Especially following the death of my son, I contemplated the impact of my disappearance from physicality. And then I thought about how impossible it is to imagine a space where I did not exist, ever; and most succinctly, forever.
I don’t believe anyone can honestly envision not being. The shear thought of non-existence comes from the “I” place; there is no way to totally remove the “I” from even the thought of not existing. It is neither possible nor probable that one could really sense a world without the “I” in some capacity.
When a person commits suicide, he or she is not clearly seeing a universe without his or her self in it. He or she is seeking escape, but there is no real escape; there can be no real escape because the “I” will always be, and has always been.
Lately, I have noticed more and more emotive posts, mourning, creative and yet very dark poetry, and communications dampened with heavy long waves that resonate and attract more heavy long waves. With the law of attraction in mind, this dark frequency trend is disturbing. The universal sea is being loaded with long waves of depression and heavy emotions, when humor is so much more healing.
If Norman Cousins were alive today, I’m betting he’d be doing stand up at the Comedy Club, or at least sitting in a front row seat. In case you missed the story, when Norman Cousins was given a death sentence by the doctors, instead of buying into the doom and gloom, he rented a hotel room and watched Charlie Chaplin movies all weekend long. He went on to live a healthy, long, and assumed happy life.
So today, in spite of the pile of awaiting duties teasing and taunting me from what I lovingly refer to as my genius piles, I’ve decided to ask readers to make a comment, but here’s the caveat: The comment needs to be your favorite joke or story. When I laugh out loud and my belly jiggles the most, I will have determined a winner. That winner will be the recipient of the Great Jester Award; an award so coveted and rare, that to date, not one has been awarded!
Come on…make me laugh.