Laughter

There was this amazing tango festival[*]. I took a very little part of it, since for stupid reasons I couldn’t ask my boss for a vacation on those days. I met wonderful people and felt a breath-taking energy. And love. Love of life, of small things making us happy, of nature, of water, of sounds. All kinds of love.

And there was this meditation exercise we did one morning: we were all very tired so we were taught by our trainer to wake up energized. I’m not gonna give you all the details, but just the main ingredient used to shake up tiredness and grumpiness: it was laughter. To laugh for a few minutes, just like that, no reason at all. While laughing, I was surprised to see that real reasons for joy were flashing through my mind and were entering my heart.

And when I raised, the feeling that there are things in my life worth living for, worth being cheerful for, overlapped me, and I instantly knew that was enough for facing a hard day: the laughter. I realised this is what my 4 years old daughter does every morning: opens the eyes, stretches out, and then laughs as hard as she can. No need to say I used to shush her, unaware of the fact that this is the main trigger of a joyful day, no matter how rough.

Today we laughed together in the morning. Woke up fully energized. Wanted to go out to have fun, girls Sunday out. And made a mistake on the way: let someone else to spoil all that for me, by constantly complaining about pool, sun, food....no laughter....not even a smile.

Thus I realised without laughter, we are doomed to grouchiness, to fatigue and boredom, to unhappiness. I blame myself for not being able to change that for another one, yet it is probably impossible while that person is unwilling to listen to the music, to dance, but most of all unwilling to laugh.

So I wonder: how do you, my friends, make your significant other laugh every morning, before waking up?

 [*] Transylvania Tango Fest, 7-th Edition, August 2014, Brasov, Romania