Arthur and his Amazing Yellow Grub.

I really want to write something funny........ But it feels difficult... just strolling up to my laptop and making a decision like that without warming up my humour muscles.
Oh yes, I have humour muscles, we all do. Mine are located just south of my ridiculously disadvantaged ligament, left of the amicable displeasure triangle and sort of at right angles to my undulating happy place. But you have to look closely.
On a good day they come out to play without so much as a prod of disillusionment. On a good day, my humour muscles are my best friend I want to sing with for life and to never leave my aching sides. Which actually sounds quite good doesn't it? So I have just decided that from now on, every day is a good day! Sounds great huh. Every day is a good day........

A story for you:
Once upon a time, not so long ago....... yeah yeah blah, there was a little boy called Arthur. He had the most enormous humour muscles right below his ribs, slightly left of his middle, but deeply buried inside. Arthur didn't even know they were there! Can you imagine that? So deeply embedded were this little boy's humour muscles that he hadn't ever laughed, almost never smiled, had no clue how to be cheeky and had never ever seen anyone smile at him. Aaaaah.......
Now you might imagine that a little boy like that might be very sad, maybe even feel a little bit lost, perhaps not understand what joy is at all.
But you'd be wrong! Arthur lived for joy! He searched for it everywhere he went, in every face he saw, in each new place he found. Arthur just kind of knew it was out there somewhere. Where he felt it no one really knows, but what is certain is that Arthur's heart beat as loudly as could be, pumped as much life juice in one beat as the strongest man alive, and spoke to him as he woke each morning grateful for each new day.

"What did it say, what did it say??" I hear you cry. Well see, if I told you that it wouldn't mean anything at all. Because Arthur's heart spoke only for Arthur.

One day, while Arthur was digging in the mud, looking for another place where he might find joy, he suddenly stopped dead. There between some pebbles belonging to the mud, some roots belonging to weeds, a few blades of grass belonging to the soil he had turned over, was a shiny yellow grub.
"And who do you belong to?" asked Arthur, curious about his find.
"Where did you come from?" he said to the grub,
"And where are you going?"
The grub squirmed around for a while, considered his answers carefully, then whispered to Arthur the following tale.......
"I belong to no one, the Earth is my friend. I come from everything and I am going everywhere."
Then the grub wriggled a bit more, rolled into a ball and fell asleep.
Which is a shame really because he missed an amazing thing. The sides of Arthur's mouth began to curl upwards, his face began to lift...... and could this be possible.... his tummy began to feel.... different.
"Ha!" Yelled Arthur,
"HaHA!" he squealed even louder. And with that, Arthur was rolling around on the grass he had been digging under, gripping his sides and struggling to control the noises coming out of his mouth (that he didn't recognise but quite liked the sound of....) but not really wanting to stop because in that moment Arthur had found joy!
Why? You might be wondering...... what was it that he had found that was so amazing it actually made him laugh?
Well you see, Arthur had realised he was just like the little grub. Not particularly yellow or at all shiny in fact, but yes, just like the grub.

Because Arthur didn't really know whether or not he belonged to anyone, but because he too knew that the Earth was his friend it really didn't matter. If he didn't know that he belonged to anyone, then it was quite possible he came from everything. And most certainly he knew from inside his heart that he was indeed going everywhere there was to go. For Arthur, life was a continual quest. Arthur had discovered that there was joy in everything he did!

With his chuckle muscles released into action, Arthur set about finding his humour muscles. Because if Arthur had places inside of him just waiting to come out to play, then so did other people and he knew just the way to help find them. Arthur knew he wanted to make people laugh.

Many years later, Arthur died. Aaah, sad. But not before he had shown the world how to make each day worth getting out of bed for, each day counting for something along the way, and each precious moment being lived with joy. He was 124.

Listen to your heart.
Play with the Earth.
Live for joy.

Call into my website http://www.esteemsolutions.co.uk to find out how you too can be a little grub in mud and be happy wherever you live, wherever you're at and whoever or wherever you think you have come from.
It's where we're all going that really counts, and finding joy in the smallest thing gets my vote every time. And let's face it, if we're going to live as long as Arthur we want it to be fun! And if we're not, if life really is too short, then we need to find our own way to make every moment count.