So the notion of What’d I Write Wednesdays was a good show, nice idea, and horribly executed as judged by its first two weeks’ performance.  Or lack thereof.

I offer my apologies.

That notwithstanding,  I post today because I’d like to express a simple idea, one which I hope would spur you to share your opinion much the same way my circumstances have spurred me to write.  And it goes like this:

Humor is vital.

Geeky?  Perhaps.  Sounds a bit off? Assuredly.  But still, take a sec and consider it.

No, really.  Consider it.  Consider it conversely: What would your life be like without humor, without laughter?

Bleak?  Barren?  Boring?  And perhaps, to complete the metaphor, blasphemed?  (We’ll support that last one in a few paragraphs).  We wouldn’t know the warmth of the sun were it not for the cool of the shadow.   Similarly, imagine a life without laughter, even a single day when the corners of your mouth didn’t curl upward — even slightly — in response to a joke, a jab, a jibjab, jubilation, or jest. (What’s with the alliterations tonight … jeez!)  To me, that’s a day wasted.

At this point, I’ve fetched a fridge magnet that’s graced our kuhlschrank — German for refrigerator (don’t ask me why that word came to mind) — for the last two decades.   The quote by Sebastian-Roch Chamfort — as immortalized by Celestial Seasonings when they affixed it to a magnet so many years ago — reads:

“The most wasted day is that in which we have not laughed.”

My most wasted day would be.  As I reflect on it, I don’t think that I’ve ever had a day in which I’ve not smiled, even in the throes of depression earlier in my life.  Not once.

Now, given, this is coming from a the 34-year-old who grew up being the class clown all through my primary education.  Yes, the same guy who said, “Doody!” in third grade just to get a laugh and to laugh himself.   The guy who committed Robin Williams and Bill Cosby skits to memory and recited them unabashedly to his friends.

Humor came naturally to me.   Dunno why.   But it did — and does — so I went with it.   I still do, but now it’s best to filter it based on the proper time, place, and occasion.

Let’s not go into how humor can improve your health, but suffice it to say that it does.

But let’s delve into the divine for a tick … I offer that even the most religious person, the most pious individual would acknowledge — if not agree wholeheartedly — that any Omnipotent Being (uppercase optional), if all-powerful, all-knowing, all-mighty is also … dare I say, all-humorous, too?

I, for one, am banking on that.

To double-back on the “blasphemed” from earlier, if we’re to emulate the divine, as so many religions, paths, and even philosophies purport, doesn’t it follow that humor is counted among the traits of the holy?

I think so.  One spiritual path professes that we’re each not only children of God, but also descendants of one of many vassal gods, as identified with one of the primary, monosyllabic sounds used to create the universe.  If that’s the case, I’m pretty sure I’m a descendant of the god of the sound of  “ha.”

Get it?

Regardless of  your beliefs, inclinations, circumstances, or ability to tell a good joke, I encourage you to laugh.  One thing’s for dang sure: We could all use some more humor in our world.