I’ve got a question: At what age did you quit laughing? Now if you’re like most people to whom I ask that question, you said something like, “What are you talking about? I still laugh!”
But you know what? You probably don’t. Now please understand that I’m not talking about “adult laughter”; that kind where we chuckle, we snicker a bit, or we cover our mouths when we have to laugh at something. Nope, I’m talking about the kind of laughter that wells up deep within us, comes barreling out, and we can’t hold it in. The kind where you cut loose with a laugh that is loud, raucous, and won’t stop. The kind of laughter we had as kids. The kind of laughter we had when we weren’t shy about laughing, we didn’t need to be grownup, we weren’t afraid to laugh.
Remember that laughter? That wonderful laughter? What happened to it? When did you stop that kind of laughter?
Most of us stop that kind of laughing in our teen years; perhaps we stop to appear more grown up. Who knows. But you know what? It’s okay to laugh. It’s okay to laugh until you turn red in the face, okay to laugh until you gasp for air, okay to laugh until your friends think you’re nuts. I’ve found that laughter helps the small hurts in life and the really big ones. I’ve found that laughter helps you get over a flat tire and myriad sorts of embarrassments.
Laughter can help you get through the day – whatever kind of day it may be. And yes, sometimes it’s not easy; usually the times when you need it the most.