As of late, I have come to find that happy feelings, pleasant conversations, and polite correspondences are running very scarce in my associations. A smile and a kind word is too wounding to produce. My pride prohibits me from exhibiting civilities that, once, were common and free flowing. A previous brightness of they eyes is replaced with a raw, bloodshot appearance. A previously cheerful attitude is replaced with an impatient, exhausted perception of my existence. What do I do, Audrey? What do I do? I discovered your response some time ago and not until now, can I truly see how relevant it is. So thank you, Audrey, for your much needed words of wisdom. And, if you wouldn't mind, I'll share it with others.
"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” -Audrey Hepburn
