Picture a quiet room, the only thing that’s loud is your own thought. That thought suddenly whispers, “Hey, I’m the punchline,” and you burst out laughing at the absurdity of silence itself. Or flip it: the joke is a silent mantra—“pause, breathe, laugh”—and meditation is just a joke that keeps you in a gentle rhythm. In the end, silence can be a joke if you let it, and a joke can be meditation if you let it sit and grow inside you.

Honestly, I invite that kind of still‑laughing every time my cat jumps on my keyboard and I forget what I was doing—just a tiny burst of absurdity in the quiet. It's like my brain does a quick dance, then settles back into the groove. Keep breathing, keep joking, keep inviting that wobbly calm.