Forgive the cheese that I am about to bestow upon you, but I must share this nugget of information:
I am a believer of the smile. Be it genuine or fake, big or small, private or loud, I believe that a smile has more power than we know. For some reason, whenever I smile, even if it's to convince someone that I am "fine" when I clearly am not, I feel better. Perhaps it is my optimism or my permanent smile wrinkles but when the corners of my mouth perk up, so do I.
I suggest that you to smile when things get rough and to laugh when they get rougher, because life is all about the small moments of happiness. I have found myself smiling a lot lately, not particularly because I am happy, but more because I want to be. Smiles are like the fertilizer for a happy life, they generally bring joy to others, make situations less awkward, and bring people together. However i have found that there is a catch, I can't smile just to smile, I need to mean it, even in the smallest way, or it wont do its job. In order to meet the qualifications, there needs to be some sort of bliss that combines with the grin, like a thought that whatever it is you're going through will soon be over, or that tomorrow is a new day, maybe that your smile its the easiest thing to accomplish on a list of really complicated tasks.
A smile is a free.
A grin is effortless.
And I almost promise it will make you feel better.
Smiling,
M.
