“We are all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.” -Wavy Gravy
Wavy Gravy is best known for being the master of ceremonies at the Woodstock Festival.
Today besides being an activist, a clown and fun-d raiser, he has a camp called “Winnarainbow,” for inner-city kids.
Back to the quote.
I think he nailed it about humans being “bozos on the bus.” Everyday in numerous ways and different circumstances we try to hide our imperfections, our errors and quirks. We refuse to allow the world to see the bozos we really are…
For example, we have a difficult time admitting when we are wrong, when we gain weight or when we make mistakes.
We are all guilty of a big ego, selfishness, greed, dishonesty and betrayal of one kind or another. We have all hurt others and we have been hurt.
We all worry about the economy, our kids, being good enough, retirement and aging. We are all bozos on the bus.
Until we see ourselves as bozos we will continue to deny our mistakes and pretend we are some one we’re not. We will continue to fill our days with striving, comparing, collecting and denying we are anything but perfection.
We learn through trial and error how to be better human beings. Nobody came to earth with an instruction manual. As long as we are on earth (the bus) we will always be a bozo (a work in progress).
When we are free enough to be our bozo selves we are free from shame, blame, embarrassment, denial or resistence. When we celebrate our imperfections we can be forgiving and compassionate with ourselves and other bozos.
There is never a need to tell a bozo to “lighten up.” Bozos are free to be human. Bozos laugh at themselves and don’t take life too seriously.
The problem is we believe there is another bus the happy, blissful, thin, wealthy and attractive people ride. And we want on that bus!
People who never lose their keys, purse or wallets. People who are perfect parents, spouses and friends. People who don’t put their foot in their mouths, swear or lose sleep at night. We’d give anything to be on the bus of perfection!
We are all under the illusion there is only one bozo and it is I. I’m the only weird one who gets lost, forgets where I parked, loses my glasses and eats ice cream out of the carton. I’m the only one who yells at my kids and fears growing old and drives on “E”. Not true.
Instead of convincing you I give you permission to board the bus of perfection. Where everyone has it together. Once aboard, recognize hidden behind the masks of the awesome, beautiful wealthy and intelligent people are the same character defects.
When we recognize our sameness, ordinariness and oneness we give each other permission to be human. We can chill out, celebrate and embrace our inner clown! Because we are all really just bozos on the bus we may as well enjoy the ride.