
Joy and laughter.
Looking back over the last few days I see so much joy and laughter.
I wonder why I don’t write to you more about this?
Perhaps I feel like conversations with you should be about ‘working stuff out’ and that that means ‘serious stuff’…?
But what if these conversations were about the good things? The things that are working, the happiness and laughter…because my life is filled with that shit.
The jokes are a bit hard to translate…maybe that is part of the problem?
Let me tell you how it looks.
I sit around with my mates and we ping pong between saving the world and laughing at how ridiculous it is.
We talk about what we do and how we could do it better and then see the funny side of just how hard we all try to be perfect.
We play with language and stories.
We sing silly songs, made up songs that are just ridiculous and involve all the childhood topics that used to make us laugh and if we let them they still make us laugh now even though we are adults.
We lip-sync to pop songs and make up dances that we know are truly terrible but actually feel so good to do that somehow we understand why humanity needs these bad pop songs.
That’s a sample of the joy in my life.
Love
Luke.
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