Peter Pan

It seems you have drifted too far in the land of optimism. Even in fairy tales, there are crocodiles. Peter Pan may teach you to fly! On second thought, this may be selfish; there are many who need you today. Or maybe it’s simpler than that.

Maybe we all need green tights and a feathered hat. Laughter would not grow in malice, but of common humiliation and true bewilderment - how did he even fit into those with feet the size of bowling balls? Look how your belly protrudes above the waist like a sour apple! Oh yes this is it! Now walk to your job twelve blocks away in the miserable city with your serious briefcase and try to keep a sour face. Ha! Lark and skip and fall in potholes and laugh. With all manner of play you have no choice. Even in death you will look funny and you will laugh from beyond yourself. We have come to a common understanding; we will look very stupid all of the time. Your neighbor who wheeled over your old cat? She is now wearing tights and looking humiliated as she gets the mail. It is satisfying to see her miserable and she sees you through the window, donning your feathered hat and grinning, and she can’t help but grin too. This comraderie, endure! Self help authors and the Dali Lama be damned there is no better antidote than this!

We may as well try.