If we could laugh, sing and really look at the lighter side of life, well I think that everything would be like a breeze. 

If we could see through our problems and difficulties we might discover them to be like paper tigers, just self-created, temporary dramas. 

When viewed from a lighthearted carefree perspective our cares quite often just crumble and fall apart. 

Music, song and laughter can raise us above the morass we so often find ourselves stuck in. 

It's true. No exaggeration. Humor and comedy can blow your worries and sadness off in the wind. Don't believe me? Just try belting out a couple of verses of Zip a Dee Doo Dah!

"Wipe that smile off your face", your teacher tells you in grade school. "Pay attention kid. This is serious stuff."

A great deal of my "education" consisted of constant programming of what a solid, serious, cold and unforgiving world this is. Rules of proper conduct and submission to authority were continually stressed as totally mandatory. 

My teachers did their level best to root out and eradicate the wild and free which dwelt deep within me. 

Mine may have been more of a harsh education. I was raised in the forties and fifties to do as I was told, obey authorities and keep my mouth shut! 

But this system has been very much in vogue and applied widespread for quite a long time. 

I dare say that you dear reader may have had some degree of experience with it also. 

Creativity, imagination and free expression have been traits and attributes  so often frowned upon, whereas reciting memorized lines of dogma and humbling oneself have been praised as virtues. 

But does keeping your head down, obeying all orders, working hard, producing and paying taxes result in a successful and fulfilling life? Are we  destined to be non thinking robots, programmed semi-slaves or could we really be a free people (as outlined in the Constitution)? 

No. I'm not trying to sow seeds of sedition here. I'm just wondering why those who get themselves in positions of authority seem to always want to continue on this same line. 

It may appear at times that humans have a perverse inclination to do the opposite of that which is in their own best interest.

Revolutionaries who succeed in overthrowing a corrupt and evil system so often actually set up an even more repressive one in it's place.

Kids, especially teens in high school, relish and take pride in their youthful freedom. Yet they pick on, make fun of and ostracize other kids who do not conform to their fashions, trends and norms.  

Regulation, control and conformity are very much stressed in military, corporate and government systems. There's a Japanese saying, something about the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

So the individual is sacrificed many times for the good of the collective. 

Policy and major decisions are often made by committees. Laws for the masses are written by the thousands. Our world turns ever more bureaucratic, complicated, dull and grey. 

Yet companies, communities, countries and societies are all made up of individuals. That would be us, you and I. And just about all great deeds, creations and ideas came from and were accomplished by individuals not committees. 

We are individuals dear reader. We are not cogs on a wheel, foot soldiers, programmed consumers, Walmart shoppers, etc.

So that which enhances individuality is a plus in my book. That which diminishes and degrades individuality, I would like to avoid.

I think that you and I can add our own little sparks of light to help brighten up the world around us. 

All this brings to mind an event from a few years back. My wife was all worried, stressed out and fearful. She had to go to court and face the judge and prosecuting attorney on a silly nonsensical case which was eventually thrown out.

Of course it did not seem at all silly to the court. They so often deal with the public using fear, intimidation, and arrogance. After all, they represent "The Law".

As a solution, I suggested to my wife she could sing a couple of verses of Zippy a Dee Doo Dah to lift her spirits and raise herself above the absurdity of the courtroom theater. She of course considered me crazy!

So in the courtroom the prosecuting attorney tries to get the first shot in. He asks "Have you discussed this case with anyone?"

Says she: "Yes. My husband".

Says he: "And what did he tell you?"

Says she: "He said to sing Zippy a Dee Doo Dah."

I just wish I could have been there. 

Dan O'Connor can be reached at danhughoconnor@gmail.com