Happiness is not an expression. It is actually a way of expressing how much we are unwilling to give up on believing.
I often sit on a bench and watch people go by. I love people. There are certain things I don’t like about people, though–and primary among those distasteful portions are the facial gyrations they create to communicate their sense of maturity.
It often is a baleful etching across the features, to let me know that I’d better be careful, because they are tough and dangerous.
Matter of fact, we seem to be going through a political season where the candidate with the most crunched-up, contorted features, exhibiting great piety, becomes the rallying frown for the angry mob.
One day I was sitting in my van and a young man walked by, stomping along. When he came into my view I flashed him a smile, and he glared at me.
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed.
It was so silly, so contrived and so obviously unmotivated that a giggle just popped out of me. My window was rolled down so he asked me, “What’s so funny?”
“Everything, young man. Everything.”
He squinted and shook his head like he had encountered his latest crazy man and plodded away.
When no one’s looking, what does your countenance say to the world around you?
Because we have to realize–there’s always someone looking.
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