Smiles
December 23rd 2007 05:11
While I love smiles in general, when they come from the faces of young ones I am tickled all the more. Eyes and smiles go very well together, and give information about the other. That may be why the adults who have become criminals have smiles that are incongruent with what is in their eyes and other attributes.
Driving up to a stop light the other night, I was witness to a young teen (at least 16y/o I suppose) also at the light, on her phone to (fill in the blank). Likely a peer. Laughing and smiling and essentially seeming extremely happy.
Wow, I thought to myself. I was once like that. Happiness, with seeming reckless abandon.
Wow…
I love the smile of a baby. I love the smile of a toddler. I love the smile of the’youngin’ who is in the process of determining whether or not she/he will achieve a sense of mastery or self empowerment when attending to what can be called nothing other than ‘the big’… Life.
The ‘big’ is a daunting addition to our innocence, naivete, and/or ‘participation mystique’. Participation, I might add, in that stream of conciousness we at times attempt to classify and organize by labels and other things of intellect. Smiles, whether egged on by humor, irony, sarcasm, or simply the joy of being, have a tendency of being incompatible with what I will here call ‘abstract seriousness’.
How much pleasure, ease, and simply absorbing the abundance of life has been lost because our ‘abstract seriousness’ has become the very barrier to peace and happiness that we’d hoped it would achieve?
So paradoxical, this intellect. Thank goodness for humor and music. At least that is what I always say. But then again, I’ve always marched a bit to a different drum. And then again, I’m just an old fart flatulating what seems to need to be expeled.
I hope it does not smell too badly. Peace…
Driving up to a stop light the other night, I was witness to a young teen (at least 16y/o I suppose) also at the light, on her phone to (fill in the blank). Likely a peer. Laughing and smiling and essentially seeming extremely happy.
Wow, I thought to myself. I was once like that. Happiness, with seeming reckless abandon.
Wow…
I love the smile of a baby. I love the smile of a toddler. I love the smile of the’youngin’ who is in the process of determining whether or not she/he will achieve a sense of mastery or self empowerment when attending to what can be called nothing other than ‘the big’… Life.
The ‘big’ is a daunting addition to our innocence, naivete, and/or ‘participation mystique’. Participation, I might add, in that stream of conciousness we at times attempt to classify and organize by labels and other things of intellect. Smiles, whether egged on by humor, irony, sarcasm, or simply the joy of being, have a tendency of being incompatible with what I will here call ‘abstract seriousness’.
How much pleasure, ease, and simply absorbing the abundance of life has been lost because our ‘abstract seriousness’ has become the very barrier to peace and happiness that we’d hoped it would achieve?
So paradoxical, this intellect. Thank goodness for humor and music. At least that is what I always say. But then again, I’ve always marched a bit to a different drum. And then again, I’m just an old fart flatulating what seems to need to be expeled.
I hope it does not smell too badly. Peace…
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