Welcome to my very first blog entry. This certainly won't be anything daily, but I'll try and post as often as I can depending on the feedback and the happenings during my day.

 

So... Today I went for a walk after school - something I rarely do. There were two guys in the house reforming the bathroom and the living room, so going out was something smart to do. I took off my jacket, grabbed my phone, iPod, keys and wallet and went out.

 

It was sunny, and much warmer than the morning of that same day. I was heading to the town square, where I would chill a bit and think about my next stops. But right after my first turn down the street, I was already approached by a random guy. He looked like a salesman of some sort and I wouldn't ignore him regardless, so I took off my earbuds to listen to what he had to say.

 

He came to me and asked if I was 21. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I said no. He then asked me how old I was, and again without thinking straight, I replied 17. The guy then lifted his fist and said "Okay man, have a nice day!". I bumped fists with him, still a bit astonished by the sudden weird questions. I replied with a "thanks, you too" and went back to my walk. I still had no idea what were those questions about, so the only thing I did afterwards was laugh and think: what a nice guy. He brofisted a complete stranger, and that somehow made my day brighter. I wish I had the guts to go around greeting everyone like this, because these are the little things that make you smile during your ordinary and boring everyday routine.

 

When I arrived the square, there was a group performing. They were from Zimbabue, and they were singing and dancing to various songs from their home country. It was somehow fantastic. You could feel the energy and happiness from their dances, and you could only imagine a party in Zimbabue, where everybody gets around and dances like that. It was really fun. Again, if I had the guts, I would join them right there. But the only thing I could do was put the few pennies I had in my pocket into their basket and continue my walk.

 

I was getting hungry, so I thought for a moment and decided to go have lunch at McDonald's. Afterwards, I went to the grocery store to buy some stuff my sister had asked me to. These were eggs and bread. I searched for a while, and soon found the groceries I needed and took the smaller queue I could find. The cashier lady looked really happy. She greeted me, I greeted her back and put my items on the counter. After paying, she smiled warmly at me and said "Thank you very much! Have a nice day!". Again, I replied with a nervous "thanks, you too". At that point, I already had the biggest smile pasted on my face. Two people had already wished me a nice day, so the least I could do was have one. I stopped to watch the dancers in the square one more time, and went back home.

 

Before going back, I looked at the clock. I had been in the streets for roughly one hour and a half only, so I decided to chill a bit more. I took a seat on one of the various benches that were placed in front of a mini-mall, and faced a woman who was also sitten. I stared at her for a moment, expecting her to notice me, so I could give her a big and warm smile, but she was too busy texting on her phone to look around. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked past me, still texting and still ignoring me. Too bad I couldn't share my nice day with her. Soon after, I stood up as well and resumed my walk back home.

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And that was my experience!

 

I noticed how small and harmless acts of sympathy and happiness can interfere positively in one's day. The least people can do is smile.

It may sound kinda dumb and rather childish, but it works. Just try sharing your happiness with every and anybody and you'll see what I mean.