We Are Joyous and Playful to the Very End
And if not, we can pretend we are.
Posted Oct 09, 2017
"We are joyous and playful to the very end!!!!!!" writes my joyous and playful friend Myrna Hoffman (link is to her toy company).
"You think," I ask myself, "she really thinks that's true, thinks that's even possible? To the very end? Really? Very?"
"I dunno," I tell myself, "but I don't want to be the one to make her believe otherwise. No sir/ma'am." I add.
Some things we have to pretend into being. There's just no other way they'll happen. Sometimes, we just have to make believe they're true and make believe they'll remain true, until past the very end of us. Even though we know they probably aren't, and just as probably won't.
It's like this: the end will reach its destined conclusion in its destined manner with or without what we plan for. With or without. "So," says your local, lovable playful pal/self, "we might as well plan for the best, the most playful, the ultimately joyous death ever anywhere."
"Plan for it," your self/pal comments, "because it's going to happen the way it's going to happen, whether you plan for it or not. And," it continues, "when you think about the best that could happen, what could possibly be better than that? That you planned for it to be joyous; you planned for yourself to be playful. And, lo, it was joyous? You were playful?
"That you planned for it to be exactly the way you thought it was going to be. And lo again, you were right?"