I have a very
nice smile.
To be more
accurate, I have been told many times that I have a very kind smile. While I am
not entirely sure as how one expresses generosity with a smile, I assume that
this must be somewhat true because I have heard it from multiple, unrelated
sources.
I like to
smile. I think everyone should like to
smile. I think sometimes we go out of our way to be sad and angry because
when you start smiling too much, you feel like maybe your life is just a little
too good. Being displeased and upset and constantly stressed and worried is a
sure sign that you are doing something with your life, even if you are not
enjoying it.
I like my
smile because it not only succeeds in making me feel good, but it makes people
around me feel good. Oh sure, there’s always that asshole who comes into my
shop and is all “What are you so happy about?” But let me tell you: I have a roof over my head, I can afford
food and clothes and to go out with my friends on occasion, I have a boyfriend who
adores and supports me and a family I can moderately tolerate. Also, I have a puppy. Why wouldn’t I smile?
It’s easy to
get caught up in all the tough stuff and forget to smile. But being happy doesn’t
always make things easier. My smile isn’t going to shrink my bills or make my
disease go away, but it is going to make everything more tolerable. And at the
end of the day, that is what we most desire.
Challenge to
my Readers:
Smile.
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