1/13/19 RMB Give Credit
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
What’s the point? I sat and wondered.
What’s the point of life? More specifically, what’s the point of doing this
task over that task, or any task?
I contemplate this as I work a
jigsaw puzzle on my laptop computer with altering feelings of laziness, being disconnected,
rebellious, and even anger at all that calls to me on my giant “to-do” list.
“Gather sky-blue pieces together.”
My mind must have thought this at some point, because my fingers move to
accomplish the mission. Perhaps it is automatic, since I don’t recall thinking
it, but now the sky is done, and I watch the grass connecting piece by piece.
What is before us, we do. Handle,
complete, process, avoid, we “do” something with everything. And time passes.
So, this is life and still, “What’s the point?”
In my imperfect human mind, some
echo tells me that it is of utmost importance to do the thing that brings
positive results, a cleaner kitchen, a tidier home, a well-groomed garden, a
lean body, and so on. I have none of the above by the way.
So, here is the struggle. The puzzle
is before me. All else is just inner turmoil. Piece by piece, the carousel
horse’s mane takes shape. A pink bridle reaches to an open mouth and a silent
whinny.
My mind seeks a more all-consuming
escape. I que up the comedy sketches on my smart phone, which is smarter
than I am, I’ll admit that. My awesome nephew set it up. I tap an icon and
wah-la. Like electricity, I don’t know how it works, but I know where to tap to
bring the light or the comedy. And yes, its smartness does concern me, but
those are musings to dissect on another day. I tap the phone.
In that flash of mere seconds,
instead of receding as I begin listening to the first comic, thoughts multiply
and expand in defiance of the new intrusion. What is the point of one’s career
like a that of a comedian? A doctor’s purpose is clear, a lawyer, a farmer,
they all work towards their own positive result.
However, a comedian, a novelist, an
actor, a puzzle maker, they capture our attention, and is that a good thing? What
positive result is there in their chosen career when they allow me to avoid
accomplishing my own? I watch the comedian explain the pains of being the
second born twin, and a surprise at that. He “crashed” his own birth.
Then Lucas Bohn appears. A white
comedian who adopted black baby, he relates the humor he encounters because of
this. I smile thinking of my nephew and the black baby he holds in the photo on
my phone.
Next is James Veitch’s elaborate wrong
number prank on a man who thought he was calling his landlord. The caller
insists he fix his apartment. Obligingly, James concocts a plan, complete with over
the top visuals about what he intends to do to this angry renter’s apartment.
At some point the renter is clued in and seeks the correct number for his
landlord, but not before we are entertained and enjoy a happy ending.
Jay Larson, another comedian,
handles a wrong number call regarding a business’ budget, where he engages with
the caller, who he refers to as Random Guy. He invents expenditures, figures,
and even coworkers as he names them to add relevance to his story. A few days
later the gig is up, and Jay reminds them, by his actions, to lighten up.
The last three comedians wheedled joy
into my heart. An answer to my recent inquiry unfolds and what a wake-up call
it is. Credit is due to these three men.
That positive result isn’t always
tangible, it isn’t necessarily a cure, a court battle, or a field of corn, nor
a trim body, or orderly surroundings. It can be a feeling, like joy. It can be
happiness, peace, and a sense of connection, all full of laughter and light. Although,
this can be found in producing our own positive results, it can also be given,
shared and cultivated in one another. Because beyond anything tangible, all of
those good feelings, THAT’S THE POINT.
Happy returns,
Loraine
