The Lost Art of Joy

Joy is as prominent as is suffering. Accepting suffering with a joy is not impossible.  If I were to say that joy suffers neglect on humanity’s part in comparison to the complaining of sufferings, still this would not accurately relate to joy, how could joy absorb any neglect, any cruelty itself. This is joy, and we have it. We own this emotion in every laugh, every smile and wonderful thought. That is, unless we suffer it to the meditations of all that’s wrong, not even wrong, but seemingly wrong, according to us. Can we broaden this scope of perceptive and gain less than what we know, so we might learn something in each moment by accepting joy as constant, to accept this as an option.
Joy is sincere, and engraves paradigm shifts; such as, to know suffering is a time to embrace ourselves and others more lovingly. It’s liberating to accept anything others could ever possibly feel, do, or believe, and still just be okay to accept ourselves and others with a genuine joy for life. There is joy in being okay when we fail, make false judgments, shout and get angry, love deeply, bug people, not do enough, do too much. We can still grow while being resolved with ourselves in the moment.
Acceptance is joy. Understanding is joy. Not fighting and defending and denying is joy. Being able to enjoy the work day is joy. The workday doesn’t create joy. We create joy. We own joy. It is ours. We can feel it whenever we want. We know love. We can know joy when we have nothing, when we are nothing. It is still there in love, it is still there in the power of a choice.
Joy is magic and medicine. Chase it down everyday by setting the attitude of a thing. Everything is then a piece of art, like nature-content. Joy is not searched for by the tree for example, the tree just exists in its joyful state because it is a tree. A tree is known for its stability, beauty, triumph, seasonal changes and endurance. We accept the tree. Do we accept the human? Do we accept ourselves? Can we take joy in ourselves as to take joy in a tree, or the ocean, or the hillside, or the city. It is a joyful outlook to see the art in all of us.
Joy smashes hidden pains and resents, the ones that poison the world. We are superheros, joyful even while sad, while desolated. To deny the benefit and possibilities of joy, is to still take joy in something else. Joy doesn’t get picked first because we don’t want it. Other avenues seem easier, and this too is artful because we take joy in the struggle for a million reasons and one. Joy is a lost art, morphing our perspectives. When people pick up joy, we paint the world a better place. I vote for joy-art. Human joy-art, finding the joy in everything, even in conflict, there is joy in the cause. In loss, there is joy in what remains. Joy, who will care for it? Who will want it? Who will wield it and become- an artist?

5 thoughts on “The Lost Art of Joy

    1. So true, it’s a constant struggle in our political climate, the pandemic, social movements. It’s such a serious time right now, hard to feel like joy is relevant at all:) guess that’s the best time to be joyous. Thank you for taking the time comment.

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