“Enlightenment is ego’s ultimate disappointment.”Chogyam Trungpa
We take ourselves seriously. And why wouldn’t we? We’re human beings equipped with authentic experiences; most of which rooted in pain, success, nostalgia, and pride. When we’re kids, we’re taught that not taking ourselves seriously is what makes us kids, what makes us “immature”. Adults, “successful” ones, at least, were mostly depicted as a stone cold, suit-wearing populace. They were not to be messed with. Not to be laughed at.
Growing up, you try to convince yourself more and more that you are worth being called an “adult”. Jokes are less slapstick; loud laughter slowly starts to morph into subtle chuckles.
I took a Laughter Yoga Gold Coast class in college because I haven’t heard of it prior. I was more interested in its “yoga” aspect, being scared to join a yoga class because of my lack of flexibility. I thought it would be an excellent introduction to this very “adult” practice that I knew of—yoga—and felt that it would ease some tension by making me laugh along the way.
The naivete in me thought that Laughter Yoga could not be as silly as its name. I was wrong. It was silly. But it was so refreshingly silly, that everything else that came after it felt like the real joke. It reignited curiosity and playfulness in me, both of which tend to take a back seat when you study for your Bachelor of Science degree.
To be frank with you, it was quite smart to add Laughter Yoga in the college curriculum. College, much like work-life, becomes engrossed into the routine; and routine, while beneficial for one’s mental health, can also drain someone’s creativity. Taking a laughter yoga class, when you’re stuck inside your routine, becomes a mystery box gift from you to you.
Much like every exercise, you start laughter yoga by warming up. You will think warming up your laughter is unnecessary, since it is such a raw, human reaction, but you will need to. Laughter yoga is surprisingly tiring but in an old, childlike way. It breathes new life into your adulthood; it has the midas’ touch on your endorphins.