Last week, I saw The Peanuts Movie on TV. (Okay, I still can’t discipline myself to stop watching TV.) There was a feeling of melancholy as I remembered the Sunday mornings when I was still a carefree, little boy. I always waited for the newspaper man to arrive. Every Sunday, there was (and still is) a colored comics section in the newspaper and Peanuts was always on the front page.
When I was young, I used to laugh at silliest jokes. I also filled every notebook with drawings and my own comic strips. It’s a bittersweet memory because six years ago, I lost that joy, that enthusiasm, and that youthful belief that everything was possible.
Sure, I have improved a lot. But, I’m not yet where I used to be, let alone where I want to be. Still, little by little, I’m trying to learn how to laugh again. I’m trying to rediscover the things that make me laugh. And Peanuts is one of them.
I hope that, in your pursuit of your dreams, you never forget how to laugh. If you already have, I hope that you find something that will remind you to laugh... and to live again — like Peanuts.
P.S. In memoriam Charles Schulz