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People fear it.

Use it to raise the stakes.

It gets your blood boiling, your heart pumping.

I’m talking, of course, about FUN.

And we seem to have forgotten it.

Forgotten how to truly let ourselves loose. To get lost in the moment. To let all of hat crippling weight we lug around with us from the moment we open our eyes ’til we close them again, let all of it fall to the wayside.

FUN. We’re missing it.

But why? It’s not as though contemporary offerings aren’t what they once were; on the contrary, we’re presented with more options, more opportunities, more stimuli than ever before.

So why, then?

Might it be self-imposed punishment?

Maybe the pressures and mandates of society make us believe we haven’t done enough yet to have fun. Maybe we just haven’t worked enough today. Maybe we haven’t put in enough hours at the gym this week. Or maybe we simply have eaten way too many chocolates or way too many carbs this week to have the right to fun. Maybe?

Or is it something else entirely? Does some part of us take pride in the fact that we carry our stresses around with us? Really think about it – when you proclaim to the world “I’m so stressed out right now,” whether it be by work, or family, or food, or your body, is some part of you proud of that fact? Because it means you’re not one of those people who just coast. Who just take life as it comes, and don’t worry about anything.

Whatever it is, it just seems like we don’t do fun fun anymore.

Parties are supposed to be fun. And yet, these days, it seems that parties do more detriment to our ability to have true fun than help it, act as more of an impediment than an aid.

So we’re about to go out, we feel the butterflies in our stomach, we get all worked up for the night ahead, and then suddenly we get there, to the party. And. And. And we chug all the alcohol, do the drugs, and stuff our faces with whatever food we can find.

There’s this intense pressure to have a good time at parties, to tell the story of them the next day, to look back at your past-self and remember the times, that we use food and alcohol and drugs to try and guarantee a good time. It’s counter-productive, of course. They dull our senses, puts them to sleep, prevent us from accessing our inner-child, that playful one that really knows how to have fun.

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Whether it’s some kind of masochistic punishment or a point of pride, we’ve forgotten how to to really do it, and we need to remember how to get out of this small chattering-mind world of ours. How to connect to that otherness. Need to remember the expansion and freedom that comes from release. The joy of hearing nothing but the music, of feeling its peaks, of coming alive to its beats pounding in your chest and in your feet; the ecstasy of feeling you can completely let go.

Can you handle it? Losing sight of yourself?

Something to reflect on for the weekend.