Heath, you’re onto at least two simple and profound notions: laughter is like good medicine and it doesn’t take a neuropsychiatrist to figure that one out. Who can’t identify with the feelings associated with camaraderie? And despair. I want to believe that most people have had some experience with despair and have received comfort during those moments. It’s the shared experience in both joy and despair; along with the giving, the receiving, the affirmation, the care, the validation, and a host of other transactions that require us to lower our deflector shields and grant another person access.
You nailed it.
Unfortunately, the train has already pulled into Apathy Station in the Land of Self-Conceit and passengers are in a mad rush to disembark in search of their own like-minded tribe and live behind walls of their own making, oblivious to all else.
We live at so very fast pace these days. We’re constantly bombarded with the latest national tragedy, act of social or political injustice, what-have-you, that we don’t have time to process the day-to-day events that directly impact us. We don’t know how to relate to one another because we don’t know to relate to ourselves because we don’t know how to relate to one another. (That’s an accidental repetition.) It’s a vicious, self-perpetuating cycle.
But like you, I try to remain optimistic. Pessimism is too costly.
[Noticing I’m standing on my soapbox; sheepishly steps off, and quietly pushes it aside with my foot.]
Thank you for scratching the surface, my friend.