Is there anything more wonderful than just losing yourself in laughter? Real laughter, felt-in-every-cell laughter. The kind of laughing you took for granted when you were with your best friend in junior high. Laughing so hard that you can hardly breathe, when nothing matters, your mind is clear, there is no past and no future, but only one beautiful, hilarious moment and you’re not even you, there is no boundary, no fear, no wondering if you’re appropriate, you’re just the laughing that has taken over.
Making room for these moments is my goal; making time and getting myself in the space in which I am open to these moments is what I am working toward. Making friends with people who make me laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes, and my sides hurt, and I’m making funny little squeaky noises and I don’t care that people are looking because everything is beautifully funny; this is what I want. This is what matters to me. A day with a moment of uncontrolled laughter is a success. A life in which most of my days contain a moment like this is my goal.
