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“Life is funny.” Now that short sentence and concept has been stated, repeated and written a great many times. I guess life can be funny and we try to make it that way to get through the challenges and the drama of living, but is it really funny? I don’t think so.
I wish it were funnier more often. We all make efforts to spin “life” in that direction, but it is difficult. Just when we are enjoying ourselves, we metaphorically look over our shoulder and wonder. “This is just too much fun! Something will happen soon to louse up this temporary euphoria. I better get serious. I know that life is filled with all sorts of profound questions which I must seek to answer. I can’t just enjoy life. It is my job to contribute to humanity. I must efficiently utilize this thing I have been given. What do I do with this gift of time called my life?”
Life has always seemed to me to be been pretty serious. Life today is more than basic survival against the alternative, which is non-life, or death. Life is more complex than a choice to fight or flee from a current danger. Life is more than a simple reaction to fear of some thing or to an uncontrollable sequence of events. It is also said, “Life is what happens to you after you make a plan.” That statement is a compelling admission about our unpredictable state of affairs, within the confines of our existence, called “life.” It is unsettling, yet also ironic and a bit funny.
The dictionary definitions of “life,” might help us grasp it a little better, but that would be informative, not necessarily funny. The biggest word in life is not “fun,” it is a much shorter word even than that happy three-letter word. The biggest word in life is only a two-letter word called “if.” Wait, if (no pun intended) I really took it to the limit, there is an even smaller word (or pronoun) call “I” (yes, that is a capital “i”) within life that really ties me to this whole conundrum called life.
I am the smallest common denominator, beyond “if” in life. That means “I” am permanently tied to the “if” in life. I cannot escape that word, which is kind of like an unanswered question. If the word “if” is posed, but it does not resolve itself (which it doesn’t) in any sort of straightforward manner, "if" and the wrap-around word of “life” both become enigmas. This means that I(i) am stuck somewhere in the middle. What is left for me to do? Life may be funny, and sometimes not so funny. I guess I’ll just have to muddle through it!