That inner smile
When was the last time you smiled on the inside? I smile on the inside when I -
- Watch and participate in a Mexican Wave. It is amazing what can be achieved with very little verbal communication between strangers whilst watching sport. I think it is testimony to the fact that strangers can create a ‘movement’, even if it is just a movement of hands. Sorry Australian Open, my ability to effectively ‘Mexican Wave’ is certainly lacking.
- Observe people whose bodies are covered in tattoos. People like this are truly living in the moment- they are the definition of mindful, clearly not preoccupied or concerned with the fact that the tattoos all over their nicely sculpted and toned arm may not look so good in 20 years time.
- Discover how friends and acquaintances met their partners (boyfriend or girlfriend). Knowing this satisfies my curiosity with people and what makes them tick. Moreover, I think you can learn a lot about people when you discover the circumstances involved in meeting this special person– are they proactive in pursuing someone when they decide they like someone? Or do they wait for the other person to declare their love/interest/affection/openness to exploring a friends-with-benefits-arrangement to them before they admit any interest? Hearing both sides of the meeting story especially when there are discrepancies between each version of events is even better.
- Hear a friend describe their favourite qualities about their significant other. Sometimes it sounds like they are describing themselves (ie. The person they are with is similar to them, or at least they perceive them to be) and in other instances, it sounds like they are describing their polar opposite (testimony to the fact that opposites attract).
- Witness Boyfriends/Husbands/Man friends who hold their Girlfriends/Wives/ Lady friends’ hand bags in public places. I think it is a strong indication of affection when a man (a) notices that his partner is carrying a bag that may or may not be heavy and (b) is willing to carry it around. Watching an older man carry his partner’s black and white studded bag last week as I walked to work made me double-take.
- Look in the mirror and I do not have any new pimples or, when a pimple that threatened to engulf my chin or forehead unexpectedly disappears. All I can say is, thank goodness for acne medication!
- Am a little more certain about life, a little less questioning, a little less restless, accepting of the fact that whilst some of life is in my control, most of it isn’t.
- Fall asleep in a bed with clean sheets as rain pelts down. Paradise.
- People who do something with their compost pile other than leave it to rot at the back of the garden. I cannot smile at myself at this point – I do not have much of a garden in which to share the compost love around but I have taken active steps to contact my local community garden to see whether they are interested in taking my compost. Unfortunately they are NOT interested (there was an outbreak of vermin at the community garden as a result of collecting compost from people’s gardens) so I am looking to explore other options. My latest idea is to try and pool together the compost belonging to people from my local area…
- Awesome articles like this one that perfectly describe how I feel about certain group of people – http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/flakes-of-the-world-please-get-it-together/ . Thought catalogue is great, check it out!
How does an inner smile compare to a loud and all consuming body laugh? Sometimes laughing loudly is a response to social pressure or expectation – you are with friends, someone says something that is supposed to be funny and there is an expectation that you laugh. So you do, quite convincingly. But there is no inner smile present, or where is exists, it is not lasting.
An inner smile is like inner peace – it is deeply personal, intangible and no one else can really understand or appreciate the meaning it has except you. Regular inner smiles are the essence of contentment, an aspect of happiness. Loud, raucous laughing, on the other-hand generates pleasure but not necessarily ongoing happiness. How would you like to live your life? A life filled with brief but exciting stints of pleasure or lasting, deep-seated inner contentment?











