Sunday Child

I’m a Sunday child

And true to the old nursery rhyme… I’m bonny (at least today when I woke up I though I am pretty!), carefree (I might die any second so why worry excessively or at all?!), good (well DUH!!) and gay (I’ve already came out of the closet and I like myself better when I’m happy, and I always like myself!)

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

A happy person always smiles.

I always smile. I smile for two main reasons:
1. I look better when I smile. A grin is like an instant facelift. It even twinkles the eyes.
2. I feel good when I smile. Stress hormones, believe it or not, are lowered when you smile. Nothing like a smile to lift up the spirits. And in this world we live in, I need all the lifting I can.

Of course a smile could always impact someone else’s life.

I always thought my smile cheers (those lucky lucky) people around me.

I was told recently that it is not the case.
Apparently, the impact of my smile varies. Some are cheered. Some get worried.
The worried ones seem to think it’s a sarcastic ridiculing smile. The worried think that when I smile at them I’m actually mocking them. Or at least that I know something that they don’t know and I’m laughing AT them.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (This is for the record is a mocking laugh!)

See, I believe I’m the lead actor in my own story.
These worried people must feel like they are the supporting players in one of billions of subplots. Everyone knows what happens to supporting players, right? Too often they are killed off in chapter 4 or chapter 10 or in chapter 26. Supporting players always have to be looking over their shoulders. That’s why they can’t accept a smile for what it is.

Well, even if I’m told that certain people don’t like the way I smile at them, I will continue smiling.

My smile comes spontaneously. It just means that I have a soul. I smile, then I am alive!
By smiling I don’t use up my smiles, but increase my store of it.

People who do not smile live inside themselves more than not, and they keep their doors closed. You see them mostly through the dull windows of their eyes. Smiles are free. How can it hurt you to smile at another human?

The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can’t mend fractured hearts, wounded minds or torn spirits. A smile can dull the pain for a short while. Won’t you feel better when you know you your smile helped a little bit?


C’mon…you can do it. Just lift the corners of your mouth and smile.
SMILE!
After all, you never know who would fall in love with your smile today!

;)