Celebrations
I don’t get celebrations.
Consider the image of people sitting around campfire, dancing, singing. I will enjoy being part of that. From the outside, it’s strange to me. Primates making patterned noises, moving rhythmically at best.
I vaguely have answers to the general question of the evolution or the biology behind it. But the specific confuzzles me.
What are you dancing to? What are you singing for?
Sentient meat, I call ourselves. What is joy? Why happy?
Must have been a long time since I asked this question.
“Why eat?”
“To live.”
“Why live?”
“To be happy.”
“Why happy?”
“What do you mean ‘why happy’?”
I cannot recall how often or why I had similar conversations. I cannot even recall whether I talked with myself or my mom. Probably myself.
Why not happy?
I ask why to justify not doing something. I ask why not to justify doing something. This works because most of the time, I don’t have reasons.
Why not dance. Why not sing.