Hanging Loose

Currently, I'm obsessed with a medical drama show called New Amsterdam. Last night episode highlighted some problems, one of which is how Max losing his sense of humor due to his cancer diagnosis. Being a new medical director in the oldest public hospital in the US while expecting his first child with his wife (I'm gonna stop you right there, people. Max and Georgia belong together! Despite Max and Helen very strong chemistry, Georgia is Max's rock. End of discussion.) has turned Max into a more gloomy and doubtful person. He's scared that he can't run his hospital the way he wants it to be (of course not, I love how Max and his team always give a great/crazy solution to everything the universe throw him) yet he's scared that he won't make it to see his child. So so so much pressure. Anyway, you should watch it. I guarantee you, it's something that your heart always desire. 

Back to the show, Max got so many burdens that make him lose his sense of humor when hanging out with his chemo gang. While on the other side, his friends seem to enjoy the mockery of their cancer and their short life. He's not comfortable to joke around about death, yet his day-to-day activity is really close to dealing with someone's death. When Max got his panic attack, his wife soothes him and she says that he needs to be more focus on what he has today. Max colleague, Helen, also told him that "Graces come with many forms" and assure Max that one of his friend that collapse was laughing because of her symptoms not laughing at her symptoms. "There's a difference," said Helen.

Like every New Amsterdam's episode, it hits me. Yesterday morning, I ate at a street vendor with my dad after accompanying him to take a medical checkup. Suddenly, there's this old man who sells tissues and some popsicle. At first sight, I got pity on him. Like 'Why his children not helping him? ' 'Why he still has to wander around to fulfill his daily expense?' So many questions bothered me. But out of nowhere, this old man got into a conversation with the soto vendor I visited. They threw some good jokes that make me laughed silently. Then all of my prejudice suddenly snapped and vanished into thin air. "Wow, his life may be very tough yet he still cracks some good jokes"

I can't compare myself with the old man, let alone Max Goodwin. Laughter is the best defense mechanism. Whether it is cancer or unemployment stress, life is too short to be grumpy and gloomy.  Have yourself ready for everything the universe will throw you with a burst of good laughter. As cliche as it sounds, find your own happiness even in the smallest things!