what fun is for

by Bernie DeKoven on June 29, 2012

I have a friend. A real friend. I’ve never met her, except on Facebook, where I’ve truly, deeply met her. Her current Facebook name is PinkNinya Yammer-blastLil. She writes a blog. It’s called Natplays. She shared a post with me in which she describes being at a play park with her son. And I liked it so much, was so touched by the depth of her sense of fun that I decided the best thing I could do with it is share it with you. So I could think about it again. With you.

She writes:

My youngest son is whooping laps around the place, so intensely excited that he literally needs to run off a little of his vigor before he can make a choice about where to begin playing.  I admire his zeal.  I admire my zeal.  I am hoping to make the rank of “Captain” today in laser tag.  It’s an arbitrary and fun-feeling natural consequence of a truer goal: to lose myself in the play, to become so immersed in the laser tag frenzy, that I drop all the way in, together, with my playmates, all of us loosening our individual awarenesses of our Me’s as we zoom into a massive, playing We, following the laser, racing into the dark, shivering into the music, laughing in the chase, the surprise, the whee whee whee of a full tilt aliveness.

I repeat:

“to lose myself in the play, to become so immersed in the laser tag frenzy, that I drop all the way in, together, with my playmates, all of us loosening our individual awarenesses of our Me’s as we zoom into a massive, playing We, following the laser, racing into the dark, shivering into the music, laughing in the chase, the surprise, the whee whee whee of a full tilt aliveness”

…defining what fun is for, lest we forget.


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