Linus or Louie -- Whose World Do You Live In?

Linus walks his world clutching his little blue blanket. While Lucy is a hard fisted feminist-before-her-time, her little brother Linus is more like Charlie Brown. Just plain scared at what the next turned-corner might bring. Louie Armstrong, on the other and happier hand, sings the classic WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD with a throaty juiciness that makes you feel every corner out there is going to be worth turning!

Today’s helter-skelter world has a lot of Linus’ in it. I mean, what’s not to be afraid of…! But then you listen to Louie sing lines like, “I see trees of green/red roses too/I see em bloom/for me and for you,” and how can you not feel kinda good and smiley?

Here’s the point to take home.

The world is more than comic characters and jazz singers. Still, the arts do reflect life. Linus’ fears are our fears; Louie’s hope are what we would like to be our hopes. Fears come easily. Hopes take a little more work. Without fear we might travel life unguarded; but without hope, we could barely make the trip at all. No surprise here — once again the world instructs us to find the proper balance.

Billions of us travelers go to bed at night scared of something. An attack…an arrest….too little food….too much government…not finding a job….not keeping the job you have…disease…death. The fears are real enough. Which is why so many tug that little blue blanket high over the head and pray a deep sleep will soon overtake them.

But even the peace of a dreamless sleep must eventually greet the dawn. That’s when hope begins again. Enough at least to crawl out from under that blanket. That sleep. That escape. Now it’s Louie’s turn. With his kinda hope: “I hear babies cry/I watch them grow/You know they’re gonna learn/A whole lot more than I’ll ever know/And I think to myself/What a wonderful world.”

You are permitted to laugh a little at Linus.! However, please, you are required to listen a lot to Louie!

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  • really funny, it may a great journey

  • Is it safe to say that I live life like Louis but am a closeted Linus?

  • To my fellow Linus and Louie fans -- I think we're a little of each. We can't help being a Linus, but we'd sure prefer being a Louie!

  • This is great. I spend enormous amounts of time thinking about hope and fear. During our daughter's cancer treatment and 31 months of uncertain prognosis, I repeatedly came back to the phrase, "Choose hope." I have learned, intimately, that hope is a conscious choice. You embrace it, or you don't. I try every day to choose hope, some days I fail miserably. My girl was a Louis. Hands down. I am a natural Linus who works to find my inner Louis. Even though my girl died, she still teaches me. Thank you for giving me another way to think about hope. And strangely, whenever I hear that song, I have always thought of my girl. We worked so hard to give her a wonderful world, separate and apart from cancer, so she would want to stick around as long as possible. I believe it worked. Thanks, Jack!

  • In reply to Mary Tyler Mom:

    Mary Dearest ~ I'm glad my few thoughts were of some value to you. I too understand the grief of cancer in our family. And I am myself a survivor. As to "choosing hope," I believe you're exactly right. Although we can't choose our fate, we surely can choose how to meet it. Hope is surely the last virtue anyone can afford to relinquish....!

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