i laugh. long, hard, and often. to the point where my stomach hurts. to the point where my heart is in my throat. i make people laugh. long, hard, and often. to the point where they can't breathe and are begging, saying no more! no more! you'll kill me! we enjoy laughing. we live by it.
but there are some who i know of, who just snicker. who just chuckle. some who just nod their heads as everyone else guffaws without shame. and i ask them why, and they reply with i don't want to get laugh lines. for the past few weeks, this has begin to hit me really hard. they want to preserve their physical being, and yet to do that they are willing to sacrifice a gift that God has given them?
how can you go through life without smiling? without praising something. without giving a genuine compliment. you don't smile as a teenager. as an adult. as a married woman. as a grandmother. how can you not express your joy? this physical body that we have, that's just the outer layer. we are a spirit. we possess a soul, we have a body, and that body eventually fades away.
i cannot begin to dream of a life without laughter. because the only thing i see without laughter is sadness. depression. and eventually, your face forms itself into a frown. all because you don't want to become ugly. but our body, our skin, it sheds. we don't live in this temple forever.
so i embrace my laugh lines. i cherish the inside jokes, the girlish giggles, stumbling around with your best friend, roaring and telling the whole world that this is the way to live! we laugh. we love. i once saw my laugh lines and was disgusted. but now, when i look in the mirror, i laugh some more.
this is me adding laughter into my composition. what will you laugh about?