I smile

Most days, I smile. At the post man, at the teacher, at the friend walking down the street, at the checkout chick, at the kids... at everyone I come across.

I smile, because it's easier.

It's easier than looking sad. If you look sad, people want to know why. So I smile.

These last few days have been tough. For reasons that elude me, and reasons I can pin point.

When I saw you in the supermarket, I felt sad for time lost and bad feelings.

When I saw you at the centre, and my kids got excited to see you, I felt sad. For far too many reasons to list.

When I see you and you smile, I know you're smiling because it's easier. So am I.