Perceptions

After my last post, I got some feedback.  The person thanked me for my blog and said that I have the funniest life, and kids, that my blog posts brings a little laughter to the person’s otherwise boring life.  Although I was extremely pleased and flattered by that comment, I was also a bit saddened.  How sad that other people can’t see their own funny side and humor in their lives.

I got to pondering.  How can someone possibly go through life without humorous things happen to them from time to time? As I think of other people, and their paths through life, I can see a pattern.  Some seem to come across tragedy more than others.  Some come across bad luck more than good luck… it seems.  Others have an abundance of good luck and fortune.  But, we all go through a little bit of everything.  We all have times of trauma, times of exhilaration, times of sadness and times of pure happiness.  Are there really people out there that seem to have more of something (such as humor) than others?

I go back to the quote that I posted earlier: “The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have.”  So, what if luck, humor and good fortune are just plain perceptions? I have come across people all the time who seem very happy, who have put a positive twist on their life’s misfortunes and would be otherwise very unfortunate people.  People who go through some sort of hardship and believe that it was just part of life’s essential lessons to make them better, stronger people. 

I have had a few lessons in perceptions lately.  A very special woman who I knew, passed away.  She was old and ready to go, but she was so very special, that it was hard to let her go.  She was Roger’s step-grandmother, but with her positive nature, there was no such thing as “step”.  The woman was sweet and kind and looked at things for the most part, in a positive light.  To him, she was his real grandmother.

Her positive perceptions, her legacy carried on even during her funeral.  When people were down, they were still laughing.  A wonderfully funny story was told during her funeral about the time when her kids nearly drowned her when she was younger, and the fact that she loved water just as much as cats love baths made the story even funnier.  The humor carried on to the graveyard, just before the burial ceremony.  It was very windy that day, and as we gathered under the protective canopy, it started to blow away!  The guests and Priest ended up holding down the posts of the then cock-eyed canopy before it potentially took off and landed in the sand trap at the neighboring golf course.  During all this, my husband, so sweet and full of chivalry, decided that he should protect me from the wind (either that, or he was not so crazy about the fact that his wife’s unmentionables were going to be exposed by the wind blowing her skirt above her head) and switched places with me.  All of a sudden it felt as if small pieces of gravel were hitting me on the side of my head.  The wind was gusting so hard that the small end of his tie was whacking me as if I was being snapped by a wet gym towel.  The thing was, it was funny.  I am sure that’s the way that Roger’s Grandmother wanted us to look at it as well.

My point is, a near drowning in itself is not so funny.  The way it is perceived can turn the whole situation into being funny.  Funerals are not really funny, but the way we tell the story of the life can be told in a humorous fashion.  When we turn to humor, the bright side of life or the silver lining, I feel we heal better and we find that we have better lives.

I refuse to believe that anyone has a less interesting life than I do.  The same kinds of things happen to me as it does to everyone else.  It’s just how it’s all perceived, and how the story is told.  I know, I know, easy said, but not easily done.  There have been times when I have been down in the dumps, scrambling to find a silver lining, but I believe it’s there.  I also don’t think that I always looked at life that way.  It took a good friend to show me the way, I didn’t come by it naturally.  She showed me that life is much easier with humor in your holster.  So I challenge my readers who think they have dull, boring lives to take another look as hard as it may be, and try to see the lighter, funnier side.  Trust me, you can do it, and it’s there, I just know it!

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