What Makes Me Smile

This is a simple prompt: Write about something that makes you smile. What makes you happy?

I have a feeling this post is going to be a huge mess. Hopefully I can keep it together and turn it into something nice, something that will make you smile.

What Makes Me Smile

The first thing that comes to mind is the quote: “Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” The truth makes me happy, even if it’s something sad. With truth comes trust. If you can’t trust someone, that someone might not have been truthful to you in the past. If you assume that someone is lying all the time, you’re not happy. No one is thankful for being lied to.

Now if that someone feels that they have to lie to you, they don’t trust you, either. Why is that? What did you do? Are you a pushover? Is it just who they are? They learned it from someone. Everything we know comes from someone else. You might not have done anything to deserve being lied to, but that’s all that someone knows. That’s how they get by. There’s no other way. All you can do is forgive and forget.

Does love make me smile? Sure. I haven’t felt it personally, but I love looking at people in love. The innocence that pours out of their eyes and bodies is overwhelming to the point of tears. What makes that love for each other possible? Trust. Truth. There is no doubt in either person that they love each other. The eyes always give them away. Any hesitation, any surprise, anything hidden comes out whether they notice or not. If they don’t trust each other, they might choose not acknowledge it, but deep down know it’s missing. Without it, they can’t go on.

Money: the root of all evil, and yet, it makes me smile. Why? I earn it honestly. What does that mean? I go to work, do my job properly, and get paid accordingly. When I spend it, I spend it wisely. I spend it on myself, on someone I care about, or something I want, and it makes me happy. I’m a very materialistic person. I spent the vast majority of my savings on a Macbook Air. I could have bought a cheaper Windows laptop, but it wouldn’t have made me happy. It upsets me that I had to spend a thousand dollars on a laptop, but I love it. I expect it to last a long time. It inspires me to take better care of it than the last one. I believe my money was well spent, and that’s all that matters. I can truly say I earned something in my life. There are very few feelings that are better than this. If you don’t earn your money honestly, you don’t feel you deserve it. You feel bad about having it. Maybe you did something illegal to get it, and then you get caught. Now you’re left with nothing.

There are countless ways to be famous today. I want to be remembered for being a good-hearted person. I always put others before me. If people around me are happy, I’m happy. The only way to do that is to live an honest, respectable life, a life that inspires others to do the same. I don’t seek fame. If I ever become famous, I don’t want to see it coming. I want it to be a natural result of my actions. I don’t want to be famous for being a murderer, a thief, or any kind of criminal. I don’t want to bring anyone down and force my way to the top. How do you want to be remembered? Your actions will determine that. Some say it’s not in your hands; that’s a lie.

So what makes me smile? What makes me happy? Life, ultimately. If you’re truthful, if you’re trustworthy, you feel alive. When you feel alive, everything comes alive. I’m happy to be alive. We all deserve to be happy. A smile goes a long way. Start there. They’re contagious.

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