Laughter is the best medicine.
If you dispute that, then you, as an infant, must have sucked lemon juice from your mom’s tits, or suffer from congenital constipation.
From a purely medical standpoint, laughter decreases stress hormones and increases immune cells and infection-fighting antibodies, thus improving your resistance to diseases.
It triggers the release of endorphins which promote an overall sense of well-being and can even temporarily relieve pain. Endorphins are the body’s natural feel-good chemicals.
Caution: Too much of everything, however, is not good – even laughter.
I was here, alone. And it was remarkable.
Traveling is simply remarkable and you are missing out a lot if it is not in your agenda.
I am a late-blooming travel bug. It bit me shortly after the death of my wife and my children left home for marriage. Somehow it eased the pangs of my losses and gave me so much time to do as I please.
Son-in-law, daughter, daughter-in-law, son (l to r)
What makes you happy?
I mean really happy even the passage of time cannot diminish the forming of a smile of joyful contentment on your old and wrinkled face each time you think about it?
Call me corny or overly melodramatic, but mine was the superb weekend with my children where we immersed ourselves in sand, sea and sky within a bubble of pure, unadulterated togetherness.
What made it extra memorable is where we spent it in – in Hennan Resort in Panglao, Bohol, Philippines.
I hate Sundays.
When my wife was alive and my children were young, Sundays were spent on picnics, going to the movies, and long drives.
We had special lunch at home and dined out evenings.
Now that my wife is gone, and my children are gone, Sundays always find alone. It’s not the loneliness that pains me but the memories of the things we did as a family. And they come back in torrents in my loneliness on Sundays.