Some days, its just harder to smile. Hard to smile and a little too easy for tears to fall in fact.
I had that kind of day yesterday. At the height of my despondence my phone just rang and it was Paolo calling. The moment I said hello he already knew I was sad. Maybe it’s my clogged nose that gave it away or maybe he just knew me too well. Eitherway what was supposed to be an “I’m bored so deal with me” call became a lofty effort to make me laugh. And as always, he did. He also went to my office in the evening to just sit with me and chat. I appreciate the fact that he doesn’t get preachy and stuff, he just gives you a different topic all together so in a way you’d forget your worries.
Anyway, Paolo isn’t the biggest fan of this blog. I doubt if he even knows how to get here. I think the only time he accessed this was when I forced him to. You see he’s not into blog reading and stuff. So this really isn’t for his pleasure. Its not even my big gesture to thank him and stuff. I thanked him the way we always do – say thank you then insult him/her right after to even things out.
This is actually for me. A reminder to myself that no matter how circumstances could make me sad, life gives me even more reasons to smile and be happy about. I remember a friend of mine once told me that the thing he liked most about me is the fact that I have “little joys”. I find happiness over sunshine through windows or curling up over a good book. I gotta remind myself of that.
Thank God for little joys and small miracles!