New year resolution

[matilda36]

First of all

Happy New Year to everybody

I hope your 2006 is full of love, laughter and learning.

My plans for the night are somehow sedated, a traditional dinner, Wrestling on the telly, trying to stay awake until midnight and maybe later to wish Happy New Year to the people in the Sylum chat.

Just finished marinating the lamb for tomorrow (and reassuring my father that is going to be fine. What is about Italians and food. You suggest something that is slightly different from their sacred traditions and it looks as if you have insulted their mothers?)

Now I am here to share with you my new year's resolution. *drum roll*:

To laugh more.

To laugh at myself, at life, at problems at people's nastiness, at people's wankiness, at everything and with everybody.

But especially at myself. I am an human being, a decent human being, don't need to strive for perfection, simply follow my path into the light and fill the darkness with laughter.

Because Chesterton was right  when he said that Jesus had only one secret from his disciples, the one thing that we never see him do in the official Gospels: his laughter.

Comments

[moonshayde.livejournal.com]

Chesterson?

That quote about Jesus and laughter is very intriguing. It made me think.

[matilda36.livejournal.com]

That's the full quote:

Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret
of the Christian. And as I close this chaotic volume I open again
the strange small book from which all Christianity came;
and I am again haunted by a kind of confirmation. The tremendous figure
which fills the Gospels towers in this respect, as in every other,
above all the thinkers who ever thought themselves tall.
His pathos was natural, almost casual. The Stoics, ancient and modern,
were proud of concealing their tears. He never concealed His tears;
He showed them plainly on His open face at any daily sight, such as
the far sight of His native city. Yet He concealed something.
Solemn supermen and imperial diplomatists are proud of restraining
their anger. He never restrained His anger. He flung furniture down
the front steps of the Temple, and asked men how they expected
to escape the damnation of Hell. Yet He restrained something.
I say it with reverence; there was in that shattering personality
a thread that must be called shyness. There was something that He hid
from all men when He went up a mountain to pray. There was something
that He covered constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation.
There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when
He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His
mirth.

And this the source:
http://www.dur.ac.uk/martin.ward/gkc/books/

Even as I stepped away from Orthodoxy, but not from my love of Chresterton, this quote as stayed with me.