I've decided that life should be more nonsensical . . . like a Monty Python sketch. It should be full of giant cartoon feet descending from the heavens and awkward men wearing shorts and suspenders, shouting informative quips with a stunningly Hitler-esque mustache. And most importantly, it should be full of people randomly yelling out, "SPAM!"
Life's hard . . . and stressful . . . and tiring . . . and . . . well, I'm sure you know all too well how to finish this sentence. Fill in the blanks with your specific frustrations. :) We've all got problems. And quite frankly, some of us ARE problems. So why not freshen things up with a nonchalant stroll through the park, with the silliest walk you can think of. There is a Ministry for that sort of thing, you know?
Just this weekend I could tell that my creative juices were beginning to overflow from neglect because I was seeing all sorts of strange creatures in the shapes and shadows of the clouds. I had a little internal squeal of delight when I realized that I do indeed still see things in clouds. For awhile there, for a long while I stopped seeing things. And I thought that my childhood imagination was gone forever. I felt mildly panicked when I discovered this, and it made me more sad than I can tell you. I thought that it was just one of those things that you couldn't hold onto forever, and once you lost it, it was gone for good.
So this weekend, when the trolls and vikings fleshed out once more in the open sky I felt whole again, as if my six-year old self just filled in the empty spaces that had been long-left slumbering. It was a nice eureka riding in a Chevy Cavalier.
It would be nice to have that sort of feeling each day --to feel at ease and know that no matter what, everything is going to be okay. I know it's impossible, but my wish exists even so. I may not have yet lived a terrible many years and may not have gone through a fraction of the experiences that are to come. But I have felt that crushing stampede of adulthood -- that overwhelming sense of "how will I ever . . . how can I . . . why must I . . ."
It happens to everyone. To some it happens quite young. And others it manages to be held at bay for a little while longer. But sooner or later everyone gets smacked over the head with a pass into adulthood. And unfortunately that pass does not come with an instruction manual.
I know that a nonsensical way of life is not always possible to uphold in all situations. I suppose we wouldn't want to instigate a fun-filled round of fish-slapping during a job interview . . . unless of course the position up for grabs is for an experienced Fish Slapper. In which case, go nuts!
We may not be able to show the world our nonsensical tendencies, but we can always let it absorb into our minds and souls -- let the spirit of it relax our bodies into the sweet lull of coconut halves being clapped together. Say no more, say no more! Wink-wink, nudge-nudge. Afterall, I always did want to be a lumberjack!