Miles

It's not the miles, it's the smiles. Although it's not exactly true, I am going to consider for a while that smiling is living and frowning is dying. If I keep that in mind I ought to end up smiling more. Could that be a bad thing? Mind you, what we might consider negative experiences also influence our lives, sometimes more powerfully than some positive events so the so-called negative ones aren't to be dismissed as not part of life. I just try to focus on the positive. I try not to waste my time on hate and violence. There is so much else to put energy toward. For all the mistakes you might make in the course of a life, smiling isn't often one of them. Light it up and spread a little cheer. If nothing else, it's polite. And as my buddy Duke reminds me, wave, because you never know until it's too late if they have a gun. Smile and wave, a choice for life, approximately.