Sitting here cooped up inside because its 10 degrees outside, I really have nothing to do but think. For some reason I started to think of the word joy. When was the last time I felt true joy. I feel a certain joy when I score a goal in hockey. I feel joy when I get a point or win a set in tennis. Those are only temporary. One small moment in time and on to the next battle in sports. Outside of sports, the last time I felt joy was when Barack Obama was elected President. After the 8 years of disaster of George Bush, this country needed a major change. I worked hard in the Presidential campaign for Obama, knocking on doors and making phone calls. On election night, I remember the elation when it was announced he had won. Tears of pure joy streamed down my face. The horrid years of Bush were over. Its kind of sad that this was the last time I can remember feeling joy. I do feel elated in the spring when the weather turns warm. There are just very few things in life that bring joy for me.
Ode to Joy
Then there is the Morrissey song "Mountjoy", which is about the Mountjoy prison. "The Joy brings many things, It cannot bring you joy." I suppose one in prison would not have much joy. A person doesn't need to be physically in a prison to be imprisoned. Sometimes I feel like I am trapped, free but not really free. A prison in my mind. I know what Morrissey and Brendan Behan know and knew. "We all lose."
Brendan Behan
Mountjoy
Why can't I be a happy go lucky kind of guy who slides through life and lets nothing upset him. It seems everything that happens, I have to analyze and re-analyze. I let things bother me that shouldn't. I cant help it, that's the way I am. It would be so easy to just say to hell with everything and shout "Joy To The World!"
Joy to The World
It's time to reach for the sublime, enlightened state of Bodhisattva. Time for liberation from the every day drivel that I live with. Time to reach for a higher plane of euphoria, nirvana and bliss.
Bodhisattva
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