Philosophy of ViE

When I smile What do you see? When I smile What do you feel? When I smile What do you think? When I smile... What about my smile? I smile and it's sunny! I smile with the shadows I smile in the storm I smile to keep my secret I smile For there's so much to say... Beyond the turbulence within I smile Expressing the joy I feel I smile Knowing you need it I smile It's part of me; My Smile Many words can be said Many other gestures made One could sing a song Another may tell a story You may decide to dance All I choose to do Is smile I hope it brightens your day! #ViE

She said she wanted me to write for her and I wondered; What would a girl want me to write about? About Love? Which is a common theme but an uncommon thing? About Beauty? Which is in everything, even the ugly? About Life? Which is full of so much and nothing (without Jesus)? Or about Pain? Which is in all life, brings it and kills it? Or about Peace? Which is an illusion without chaos or unrest or storms? Or about Hate? Which seems far from my mind but is always at its periphery? Maybe about Hope? Which keeps us going only if we keep going... Maybe about Faith? Which we all have but are not always sure we have... Maybe about Disappointments? Which will always plague, but shouldn't discourage the expectant... Perhaps about Hardship? Sorrow? Poverty? Lack? Death? And so many more which seem to make life unbearable but add to its meaning...? Perhaps about Riches? Wealth? Friends? Success? Happiness? Which are but a few of life's numerous fairer themes but com

Mary typed furiously on her computer, "Life just sucks! It sucks!", was all that kept running through her head. She wasn't really focused on what she was typing. Her job promotion exam results had been released a few minutes ago. She'd gone to check it with the confident air of one who'd never failed an exam or had cause to worry about failing; only to be shocked with a score far below par and a transfer to a miserable department: clothing! Nobody wanted to be in clothing. You had to check seams and stitches and some irrelevant stuff. Where she belonged was cosmetics. Right at the top rung of the ladder! She'd hoped her face would be on one of the catalogues someday; the company sometimes featured worthy employees. Now, those dreams seemed far fetched. She was going to Clothing! Her move to that department would take effect as of next week Monday... Today was Friday anyways; the week was already over. She had to finish up the work she had left in Babies befor