Stop for a while, and smile.
When I was little girl, my mom would always tell me to smile. Smile big and wide and show it to everyone. Back then, I would always obey because to me, it was an easy thing to do. It’s like the most natural thing to do when you’re a kid. I would pass by a friend, a relative, even a stranger, and I would just flash a huge grin at them. It wasn’t much of a big deal. And these people would always smile back. Of course, that’s what they always do since I’m just a little kid.
But then as I grow old and learn more about things, I stopped smiling so much. I do just go about and beam at random strangers that I meet. And my mom wouldn’t complain. It was safer to just look down and ignore people as I walk to wherever it is I’m headed to. Also, I don’t have much reasons to smile. I smile at the camera, yes I do. I smile, even laugh, when I’m having fun with my friends. But to smile most of the time, that I don’t do. It’s not that I can’t, it’s just that I find it hard to keep a happy face plastered in my face. I’m not that kid anymore. I have other, more potent emotions that well up inside me, causing the smile to be wiped of my face.
And that’s when I realize that I’ve been sad. Not grieving, depressed, suicidal sad. Just sad. It’s now that I grasp how seldom I let myself smile and just forget about things that make me miserable. I think to much negative thoughts and fail to see what’s good. I get so lost in my problems that I cannot spare myself a chance to be truly elated. And now, more than ever, I hope to be that once smiling kid, always ready to give a huge happy face at any time. To have that easy grin and light-hearted character. So for now, I will try to smile. I will try.