“The joy note in life is the real note. It is higher than pleasure or even happiness. No man can have this joy without being his best and giving his best to others, meeting life undaunted and unafraid, facing bravely its trials, its sorrows, its cares, its tragedy, its pain and its loss. These are real things to us, that dull and deaden and silence the joy note in even the bravest for a time, but they do not last forever. Much of them comes from our own wrong-doing, our own blindness, thoughtlessness and unknowing, from the wrong or weakness of those around us or from the evils of the larger world of humanity.
Life is not easy, but we can make it easier. The joy note will help, it will give us clearer heads and truer hearts….
We start out in the morning not realizing that we have been born anew, have a new start in life as though it were a new first birthday. Of course there are some mortgages left over from yesterday, but there are some dividends as well. Why should we take up our burdens of cares, worries, fears, duties and responsibilities as though we were hoisting to our shoulder the groaning, heavy pack of a peddler? We grow round-shouldered, and old and bent, physically, mentally, morally, emotionally and spiritually in peddling our pack of woes to others, instead of scattering sunshine and smiles, laughter and roses, joyous service and gladsome inspiration along the road that others may find them.” ~ William George Jordan
I’ve often wondered what it would be like were all those who manage to bring joy into our complicated and often confusing world to hang up their hats one day. Would it quickly turn into a cold and desolate winter, where inspiration was hard to come by? Or would the vacuum be cause for others who don’t normally share the load to step up to the plate and start giving more of themselves?
My guess is that we would have another dark age, where suspicion and superstition eclipse trust and truth.