I must admit, I love watching a beautiful smile. I am not really sure what it is. Perhaps it's the inescapable candidness; the vivid allure; the ability to brighten up a sad and desolate morning when the sun is no where in sight. Like a crisp splash of unfettered waters that chills and satiates to the heart's content. I love watching women smile or perhaps when they just smile at me; or both. I don't mind reciprocating the gesture, though I've always been subdued by the fact that I've had really bad teeth in the past. Even after the braces, I am more ambivalent towards my teeth than I ought to be. That or perhaps I've never really had a great smile.

Sometimes I feel the bar has been set way too high. Not always with particulars; however, perhaps just with everything generally. It's difficult to conform to a specific set of expectations; however, it's substantially easier to fail miserably. Perhaps apathy isn't inherent. I think people are genuinely motivated to do things they are good at; it's just easier to cope with failure when you hate what you do.

It boggles my mind why most people are intent on subverting their own ambitions for monetary gains. I guess it's difficult to measure happiness numerically, so we substitute money for bliss, since monetary reflections more easily measurable. I just hate it when people try to justify that having a better life is predicated on tangible, cottony print, rather than the intangibility of everything else that isn't money.

I am not sure if people are intrinsically abhorrent. Perhaps, regardless of the environment, someone will always be left out, which forces them into sedition. People don't always choose their paths and sometimes get the raw end of the stick. I figured there was nothing worse than being mediocre, but now I am not so sure. It's difficult for some to substantiate their own plight, so they resort to other means of getting attention.

I had more to say, but my cat walked in and nuzzled against my face and I've since lost my train of thought.