Maybe everyone could use a little madness now and then

A LITTLE MADNESS COULD GO A LONG WAY

Well after a year of anticipation and stumbling through what will be known as the most confusing and deadly health challenge many will ever face, “March Madness—otherwise known as the Men’s NCAA Basketball tournament returned this weekendish.  

Millions of Americans from all walks of life fill out a bracket making educated and not as educated guesses about who will win each of the games that will eventually produce a national champion.  

Now here’s the interesting part ... People  consider decisions with incomplete  information and make choices.  A lot of people  take risks thinking it might  be the time in the tournament when something magical and unexpectedly wonderful could happen for a team they know little about or one they. Would have little faith in sometimes.  They dare to believe.  As the number of “recorded or entered” brackets mounts into the millions any given person entering. The fray almost without exception dismisses the notion that his or her brackets/decisions will be perfect and yet there is no anxiety—no shame—boreal hesitation in picking an underdog or two.  

As the tourney goes forward everyone cheers for their  picks with enthusiasm, however, even when someone’s particular favorite goes down folks don’t seem to stay distraught.  Or. Not distraught for  years and years anyway... 

Personally, I was thinking the Big Ten.would do better in the early rounds than they have so far...ohwellthat’slife—- OR IS IT?  OR SHOULD IT BE?

You see seeking. Peace and joy might go a bit smoother if we  were’nt afraid and were more curious to see what might happen if we took a flyer, a risk and threw  our hope behind it.  What if we didn’t  crave perfection to the point we were afraid to stand and say  I’m for  peace instead of competitive/selfish status building? Who knows what might result if the lack of perfection wasn’t theon-ramp to shame?  What if we spent some time reflecting on our “joy” bracket instead of looking at other people’s “happiness bracket” every time a experience. Was underway.  What if we didn’t care who else won or lost when  we moved forward or helped  someone move forward by cheering them on? 

What if we found  joy in just getting to the “dance” and realized that every single day is a “new dance?”  

In short, the  ball is probably in our court most. The time and maybes little madness wouldn’t hurt.   I think I hear a whistle...the ball is in the air...

Let’s Dance!