I generally start and end my day with a smile on the face even though I pass many with the eyes of gloom along the way. The crazy thing about it is those who appear the most glum usual are the ones that should be the happiest, for they have the “better life”. I guess having the “better life” is more stressful then us who have let’s say a life full of glass along our path. We learn to weave through the points so well that sometimes we forget they’re even there. Somehow I start to see the sun before it shines and stare at the brightness of the stars even in pitch dark. During the day there are many valleys where my smile turns upside down but somehow it usually changes pattern before I realize it. It is an extinct in me that I hope never goes away and spreads to those around me as well.