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there are moments when, as i am walking through campus, i see a person sleeping in a chair or making faces at a friend. i cannot help smiling to myself. this can earn me some odd looks. who is that girl smiling at nothing? what is going on in her head? i love moments like those. moments where a crooked smile tilts my lips and i forget about the paper i have due or the way my shoes pinch my toes. the best advice my mother has ever given me was to stop searching for some huge moment of happiness. she said that if i kept looking to be absolutly happy for an hour or a day or a week, i would miss all the small moments of joy. she was right. now if i can have just a minute of laughter i count my blessings. i curl my lips into a crooked smile and meet the eyes of those around me wondering what secret i have.