The Forgotten Art of Having Fun

I sat there, staring into the void, asking myself a question I hadn’t thought about in ages: When was the last time I truly had fun? Not the kind of fun where I pretend to be a dinosaur for my kids or play referee during their endless squabbles, but something purely for me. Strangely, I couldn’t come up with an answer.

After 15 minutes of soul-searching, a memory surfaced—the last time I laughed out loud was while watching The Kapil Sharma Show on Netflix. Kapil had joked, “If you can’t laugh at life, you’re probably taking it too seriously.” And he wasn’t wrong.

I realized my “fun” these days is deeply intertwined with my kids—watching their faces light up during a surprise, giggling at their antics, or joining their silly games. Don’t get me wrong, their happiness fuels my soul, but what about me? Somewhere in the chaos of responsibilities, I seem to have misplaced myself—the version of me who danced without reason, laughed until her sides hurt, and found joy in the simplest moments.

As I sat there, a lingering thought took hold: Am I truly living my life, or am I just managing it? It’s clear now—I need to reclaim my moments of joy. Because happiness isn’t just a luxury; it’s my right, and I owe it to myself to embrace it.