Here’s a little song I wrote. You might want to sing it note for note. Don’t worry, be happy.
That tune was the thing on my mind when I woke this morning. And wouldn’t you know it, it got stuck in my head. Did you know they have a name for that; when a tune gets stuck in your head? Yes they do. They call it an earworm.
Scientists have even spent time researching ways to get these earworms out of people’s heads. Good to see science working on important issues.
I didn’t particularly mind this earworm being in my head. It made me feel good although I hasten to apologize to Bobby McFerrin unreservedly for killing his song, but I was having so much fun with it I figure he’d forgive me.
An interesting thing happened though. A colleague was disturbed by my don’t worry, be happy disposition. He looked at me sternly and said, “Stop singing that, and be sad like the rest of us.”
I found his response intensely insightful. It shone the light of clarity on the human condition, the insane need to clutch onto sadness, misery and anxiety. The ongoing struggle against enlightenment. The ever present hates, wars and disasters. The very reason ego decided Jesus had to be killed.
Just about everyone will tell you they want to be happy. But do they really? Because if they truly meant it, wouldn’t they be doing something about it?
How about you, dear reader?