Is optimism the secret to youth?

I conquered my fear of heights when i learned how to ski at the edge of mountains.

from my ancestors and having lived a bit, i get fire in my blood, wind in my spirit, earthiness in my attitude, and love flowing from my heart.

In a room full of new people, I can start conversations easily. I smile a lot when things are well… and even when things aren’t so well. It takes deep tragedy to stop the smiles.

i think its really cool when I smile at someone and they smile back, and if a person can look you in the eye and hold your gaze. at times i wonder why others can’t do that. is it a factor of strength of character coming into play? is the ability to cope just barely enough?