I just read something this morning that reminded me — or rather, made me realize for the first time, truth to tell — that we instinctively celebrate.
When was the last time you punched the air, high-fived someone, jumped up and down, applauded? Did you even think about it before you did it?
No. You didn’t.
Because it’s an instinct. Merriam Webster defines instincts as “a way of behaving, thinking, or feeling that is not learned: a natural desire or tendency that makes you want to act in a particular way.”
We have lots of instincts, most of them related to survival. The instinct to celebrate is a particularly nice one, when you consider it.
And you could make the case that it does help us survive: It expresses and releases positive emotion, it encourages others, it draws us together, it makes you smile when you’re doing it.
For we are fearfully and wonderfully made! (Psalm 139:14)