Though I spoke to the subject in my novel ‘One Last Ride,’ still I’m often amused and quite frankly astounded upon acknowledging how life can leave you reeling in its wake.
Be it utter elation, the deepest depths of darkness, or mere unpretentious hours ticking away, we collectively are touched … altered even, by each and every moment of our existence, regardless of our discerning.
Traveling toward town the other day, something caught my eye as I passed an unremarkable sedan. Seated in the back was a tiny girl, waving jovially at each and every passing automobile. Struck by the notion of her infections spirit, I reflected on a time in which I myself possessed such.
Reminiscing days when laughter, not frustration, occupied my world. A time when tears were virtually nonexistent, save for scraped knees and bruised egos. In a flash, that little doll made me realize that midst the hustle of my harried life my joy was slowly fading, dissipating molecule by molecule into oblivion.
Once upon a time, my dear grandmother had christened me ‘Joy Girl,’ as I’d too once held the blessed gift to sprinkle delight about. Infecting every soul I encountered with my exultant bug, fetching sunshine smiles from each and every face I gazed upon. Though at present, the notion seemed far-fetched, in that moment I found myself longing for that little bliss-filled child I had once been. More, I now yearned to rekindle the inspiration that had once spurred such remarkable enchantment within my soul.
How had I so carelessly, so nonsensically, allowed life to smother the spark that I was gifted with? Why had I been so naïve to the oppression of my jubilant fire that once ignited this being in which I dwell with effervescence?
So often we trudge through the monotony of days, staggering aimlessly through the weeks, months, and worse, years even, semiconscious to all that is draining us. A friendly nod, wave, or forced smile seeming nearly all we might merrily muster. Where did we mislay our joy? What precisely has leached the euphoric undercurrent from society?
Bustling about, we humans forget to slow long enough to smell the roses, to genuinely engage with other human beings, or even to simply rejoice in the beauty of humbly being alive.
Retention of positivity is more than challenging as we carry on through the years. Hostile environments, malicious individuals, blunt reality checks, deceit and devastating losses slowly chip away the felicity instilled in our deepest regions of our DNA.
Be it the traumatic adventures of childhood, harrowing adolescent experiences, disturbing feats met in early adulthood, or the countless unavoidable challenges faced in the later remaining days of this life, none of us escape this world completely unscathed.
Still, we mustn’t allow our luminosities to be extinguished. Without the little moments of glee what do we truly possess? What is life but for celebrations, for the reviler of communal unification, the sharing of pleasure, affection, and admittance of adoration?
If we all forget our hearts contented harmony of youth, allowing our everyday melancholies to chisel away the jollity in simplistic merriment, soon the negative undercurrent of this - our existence - will completely drown out every last spark of exultation, leaving behind nothing more than the meager shell of the extraordinary beings we were created to be.
In the moment my path crossed that exuberantly cheerful little being, I found myself awakening from a long hibernation. My heart swelling with the energy she unknowingly disbursed as she passed unsuspecting car-upon-car. If only we all could offer such.