There is no reason to smile, but there is no reason to be sad either... @saffisara
I have my husband here by my side. Thinking about tomorrow, I move away from living today with him, who is alive and that is a reason to smile.
It's never enough to say "I love you," give him a massage, invite him to watch a movie together, put on a moisturizing mask together, anything that will divert us from the uncertain future. That's fine @saffisara .
Not many things, they make me smile, actually everything has its moment. Why?
Because a smile doesn't change what you wear inside. The bad moments have to be lived to appreciate the good ones, those that come and last for a moment.
Sometimes I get distracted by reading or watching comedies, I think I've mentioned it before, in other posts, because I also don't let it take me all day processing what's happening to me and it makes me sad.
Sometimes I have a glorious moment and I stay with my stories as a child, those that my grandmother used to tell me in the countryside. Those memories make me smile; I remember when my grandmother used to make quilts for each of her grandchildren, she made them with the love of the good in each patchwork glued (sewn by hand) next to the other.
With her and me having lunches at the round table on the terrace. When I grew up and became a woman I smiled as soon as I saw her talking frivolously about clothes and wallets. Oh and with the gossip of many details. Hahahaha.
I would say granddaughters make me smile. But because they are not by my side, they are far away. I settle for simpler things, like playing with a cat, a chocolate, etc.
Although really, he didn't even smile much anymore. It is only obligatory acceptance. Despite having problems with my husband's coronary health, when dawn breaks and the sun gets into my soul, I smile. Walking when the sun decides that it is going to lower its intensity and it does not do it because it knows that my city Maracaibo Venezuela well called the beloved land of the sun shines when it lights it, I also smile.
Sometimes every day comes with its own desire, and it is unique, it has its own unique time, and each person lives it in their own way, I look for rest, dancing, running, writing, reading, or all of the above, on a bad day.
Sometimes every day, I look for rest, dancing, running, writing, reading, or all of the above, on a bad day, which fortunately good or bad lasts 24 hours.
Janitze.🐝
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