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Joy is political.

The ability to have joy is political. It’s a decision to ignore, however temporarily, the ills of the world and personal pitfalls. It’s decision to not give empathetic energy to those who cannot find joy in the moment. Many of you will declare “nuance,” recount times that you were able to live in joy and be cognizant of injustices, simultaneously. That’s not true. Joy is kindred of bliss, which is ignorant. Many have observed, consumed the energy of those that were, even acted out responses to social cues to be joyful. It has a vibrant energy, those outside of it find fates differing from a boosted mood, to heightened existential dread with concern over the demons of society.

In any fashion, joy is essential, the sweetest and most perfumed facet of self preservation. Getting a hold of it means being selfish in your existence, to stop looking for the meaning of your life and to realize the moments that define your life. Simple advice, hard to follow.

I was listening to an audio book of “Big Magic,” written and narrated by the author of Eat, Pray, Love. Many times she mentioned to stop worrying about surviving. To stop worrying if your talents will bring you income. To acknowledge that ideas are energies that ebbs and flows. To stop taking pain and fear as indicators that you’re growing. The book was…inspirational, although out of reach politically. Simple advice, hard to follow.

Behind my being is generations deeps of worry. Worry has been a constant undercurrent of my life, my mother’s short life, my grandmother’s life, and so on. I start to wonder if people experiencing oppression could ever feel joy for more than a fleeting moment we find in the faces of others. What do we confuse as joy? Financial security? Opportunities? Beauty? Is joy wrathful that we don’t know it at it’s essence without the buffer of other phenomenons?

If you’re searching for answers, or ways to identify unpolluted joy, I have none. It would be easy to give you advice that sounds good, but wouldn’t be followed by you or myself. What I have for you is a question: how well do you know joy?


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