If I told you how happy I am (most days, and generally speaking), you probably wouldn’t believe me. If I told you how much love I have in my heart, you wouldn’t believe me either because sometimes at work I forget to smile. Most days I greet every long face that walks into my work with a warm hello and a genuine smile — apparently there are A LOT of long faces that are looking for pizza.
It takes so much to make us happy and so little for us to go insane, become desperate, and drip with pain. I wonder if we were just a tiny bit stronger and more willing to let the little things brighten our day, would we walk around with more smiles? Would we have more meaningful lives? I wonder if we just accepted things the way they are and not dwell on what we can’t change, would we know what contentment feels like? Would we understand ourselves more? Would we be happier?