|The seedy underbelly of the playgound|
I might be wrong, but I think that's what everyone wants isn't it? I mean, maybe not the kind of joy that I dispense at the swing set, but some sort of rush, some sort of joy, some sort of escape from the everyday mundane existence. It's the thrill that brings us joy. Maybe it is the rush of adrenaline from floating in the air in the playground. Maybe the sense of self worth that washes over you when you accomplish something hard. Maybe it's the explosion of sensation that washes over you when you try a new or favourite food. All addictions seem to be related to a rush of joy, if only momentarily.
|I personally sold my soul to the devil to learn how to do|
the cube. Just so I could impress people into thinking I'm smart.
I fooled them all!
You might say to me that you don't. You might tell me that you work to provide sustainance for your family, and help them to survive, and live comfortably, and that is commendable for sure. I know I get a sense of self satisfaction and joy knowing that my kids aren't going to starve, and that my eldest daughter can go to prom. Irregardless of the nobility of my motives, I'm am still brought joy by doing it. I am still giving up my life for joy.
|Almost as much joy I get from pissing off the grammar nazis|
by saying 'irregardless'.
|Cheesy nostalgic joy for Gen X|
I, for one, find joy in solving puzzles, baiting grammar nazis, Ren and Stimpy, and of course pushing my daughter on the swing. I also find joy in being with my friends, writing, playing video games, and the smug satisfaction in knowing that I'm a good dad. I'm OK with this. I find joy in the sun, and in nature, and I like technology, and the cool new toys. I get a rush from making people laugh, being sarcastic, ironic, stupidly weird, and akwardly rebelious. I really do think that if I gave up all my 'stuff' that I could find joy just in being. I couldn't give up my family and friends however, I'm way too addicted to that joy in my life.
|Another f***'n uplifting message.|
If you are happy being miserable, than be miserable. There is joy hidden in sadness if you want it.
If you can only see the bright side of everything, relish in it. Just don't expect everyone to see your point of view.
And, if you choose not to find your joy, that is your right as well. No one can ever tell you what to do it you don't want to do it. (It's just sometime the consequences suck.)
Personally, I'm going to continue being a pusher. It just brings joy to life.