I feel like my life is getting flatter. Not because I live in poverty or violence, but because of my habit of taking life’s events seriously.
Being a child at heart shouldn’t be limited by age. It depends on how you respond calmly or joyfully to whatever happens in life, or how you see it from a joyful perspective. Now I’m training myself to do that.
It’s not easy. I admire you, the cheerful person. Even if you’re not beautiful or have an ordinary appearance, your pleasant aura evokes joy in others. You’re less likely to hurt others. Conversely, someone who’s too serious, with a frown or a sharp gaze, might unintentionally hurt others.
To realize my intention to be a child at heart, I’m changing some cynical habits. I’ve stopped making blunt comments. I keep my personal views about others to myself. Let my enemies be happy because I smile at them.
I also often mock myself after speaking curtly. Curtsy is reserved for old or unhappy people. A child doesn’t know that. People whose hearts are happy will not be cynical of others.
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